We went out to dinner Sunday evening to a cute little Italian restaurant. It’s quiet and simple and soon after we are seated at our table we realize that there is Christmas music playing in the restaurant. Soon we hear “Frosty the Snowman” and The Boy is very matter-of-fact when he says, “Frosty hits his wife.” The Man and I could not hide the shock on our faces, and we exclaimed, “What?!?” We never got an answer out of him, no doubt we were interrupted by our server or something. We are hoping that perhaps Frosty and his wife enjoy the occasional snowball fight and that this is what our son meant.