Au Revoir, Pierre

Well, Pierre has met his match: a rash of warm, winter days.

He was doing ok there for a while. The first day of 40 degree weather he kind of melted to the side. He looked like he was doing a little bow and it cracked us up every time we pulled into the driveway. Seriously, every time.

Now, this is all that's left of him. His moustache. So, with a little bit of sadness, we bid àdieu to our frosty French friend.

P.S. Cooper keeps yelling, "Pierre!!!!" everytime we leave the house {reminiscent of "Stella!!!" from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof}.