Father In Law spent the storm shuffling outside with a ruler to measure the full magnitude of the snowstorm. Four inches, six inches, eight.
He comes back in late Saturday as the storm winds down.
“It’s 9 3/4 inches!” he announces, leaking snow on the kitchen floor.
Little G thinks for a bit. Something sounds familiar to him. The light bulb goes on.
“9 3/4!” the lad says. “That’s the train platform to Hogwarts!”