as we are pulling into the Earnshaw's neighborhood, since the van is no longer going 65 miles an hour everyone wakes up. Pennsylvania got pounded a few days earlier with 22 inches of snow. Literally the snow banks are 4 feet tall. They live in complex of duplexes so the houses are very tight together, therefore the driveways are close together so you drive down the lane and you see a pile and an eight foot opening to the driveway, a pile and an opening, a pile, an opening.
#3 wakes to see snow and these huge piles of snow. He yells, "OH!!! LOOK AT ALL THOSE QUINZEES!!" DH and I bust up laughing at him.