Mom, what's the white stuff on the grass?

This was the conversation at our house this morning...

Brianna: "Mom, what's the white stuff on the grass?"
Me: That's called frost, Honey."
Brianna: "Is it like snow?"
Me: "You know how dew gets on grass and it's wet in the mornings? [She nodded.] Well, because it's 30 degrees out the dew has frozen."
Brianna: "You mean it could SNOW?" [Big smile, great anticipation]
Me: "Probably not, it doesn't seem like there's any call for precipitation today."
Brianna: "But it's cold enough to snow?"
Me: "Yes, but the last time it snowed in Jacksonville was when Daddy was your age."
Brianna: "It COULD snow! And then I would call Katie and say 'Ha ha, there's snow here!'"

This whole conversation is just another evidence of God's amazing grace...Wednesday night Brianna had been complaining about the cold saying "We moved to Florida so we wouldn't have to be in the cold!" How quickly He can change our hearts! =D