Exodus' nose scrunched with a "Bleh," as his tongue stuck partially out off his mouth to the thought of it being winter all the time. Obviously he was into swimming and would hate to have ice over the lake every, day. But it was cool to think that his father was young one day like himself. Playing in the snow or just playing in general.
He would be interrupted by his thoughts when a pile of snow hit his back and he would shoot a look at his uncle, "Heyy!" he whined, but he wasn't upset or anything. So the boy would run a little closer to the man until he would slide to a stop and spray what little amount of snow his body could push up at the old fellow. He probably wouldn't understand how to make a snowball as his uncle just had, but he would get it one day. It would sure be funny to see him try.
