Where are you?

You wonder why I call you all Wild Ones. You have been outside for well over an hour (and I am sitting inside the warm house, in the dark house enjoying a moment of peace and quiet) building forts and pelting each other with perfectly formed snow balls. I am wondering if I should venture out and check on you...perhaps you are frozen mid step with your mouths frozen open in an attempt to call for help. Nah...I see movement...you must be fine...I hope.