They watched the snow fall (and fall and fall...) then disappeared upstairs. I found them later, trying on the new jackets they received for Christmas.
BR: Boy, it just keeps coming down and down.
Pete: And Daddy John won't let us go out and play in it.
BR: Oh don't be sad, Peter. It's much too cold out--we'd be back inside in two minutes!
Pete: We're cool dudes.