Cold winds, warm thoughts.

Are you OK?" asked Daddy.

Our car had slid off the country road into a snowdrift. A white world surrounded us--the snowdrift on my side, and the wall of blowing snow on Daddy's.

Daddy tried to start the car. Nothing happened. "We're stuck," he said. "Well. Who goes after Grandma's worrybox? Do I see any hands ... or mittens?"

I sat on my hands.

Daddy tweaked my nose. He climbed out and shut the door. The white wind swallowed him.

I held my breath. I felt the thump of the closing trunk lid.

Daddy's glove reappeared on the back window and inched its way to the front.

When the door opened, Daddy handed the box to me. He sat down and tugged the door shut. His eyebrows glistened with ice. "Did you know it's snowing?" he asked.

I giggled.

"The next time Grandma sends a worrybox with us because of bad weather, remind me to put it in the back seat," Daddy said.

We pulled out a blanket, a fat candle inside a can, matches, a deck of cards, and fruit and grain bars.

"Your grandma is a worrier, but she's smart," Daddy said. "I'll try to listen to her advice and stay put during the next storm warning."

The white wind pounded the car as we moved to the back seat. A slight draft cooled the inside air.

"Would the young lady care to snuggle?" Daddy wrapped the blanket around us and over our heads. He lit the candle. Its tiny flame flickered. A weak warmth filled our blanket tent.

"We need to think warm," said Daddy. "How about a hot game of Go Fish?"

With mittens on, it was hard to hold the cards. And when you snuggle, you see the other player's cards--even when you're not trying.

I spread my last four cards across Daddy's lap. "I win!"

We played eight more games. I let Daddy win half.

Then we sang warm songs like "You Are My Sunshine." We clapped and stomped as the white wind swirled over the car. When our teeth chattered, it just made the songs sound sillier. Then we were quiet for a while. Frost spread across the windows. When the wailing wind jostled the car, we snuggled tighter.

"Will we stay here tonight?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Daddy said. "Grandma knows when we left, and Mom knows when we're due home. They'll have people looking for us when the blizzard blows over.

"But while we wait, how about a warm-thought contest? Whoever thinks of the warmest thought wins this handy-dandy, nutritious, delicious fruit and grain bar," said Daddy. "You start."

I thought. Hot chocolate?

"Pretty good," said Daddy. "What about ... a sunburn on your shoulders?"

I said, "How about ... wearing your furry robe and bunny slippers?"

"And while you're wearing your furry robe and bunny slippers," Daddy said, "you're roasting hot dogs over a campfire."

"And the campfire is on a sunny beach in California! Top that, Daddy," I said.

"Hmmm.... Got it!" said Daddy. "The warmest thought of all time. Ready? Taking a swim in a pool of boiling chicken noodle soup. And you're not allowed to hold onto the noodles or sit on the chicken chunks."

I laughed. "You win this handy-dandy, nutritious, delicious fruit and grain bar!"

Daddy split it with me because I was runner-up. We saved the other one for later.

It became quieter outside the car. Above, blue pierced the gray sky. Snowflakes as big as feathers drifted down. Now I could see the snowtopped fence posts on the other side of the road.

Our fat candle wasn't very fat anymore. Daddy's nose was red and drippy. My toes stung.

"It shouldn't be too much longer now," Daddy said.

"I don't think I can wait much longer." A tear rolled from my eye.

Daddy wrapped me in the blanket and lifted me onto his lap. He lowered his cheek to mine. He hummed until his voice cracked.

Sunlight fought back the clouds and filled our car. It even warmed the air a little bit.

Then--red and blue, red and blue. The county sheriff's department had found us! We got in the police car. It was so warm I took off my hat and mittens. After a while, Daddy did, too. The deputy gave us each a cup of hot chocolate.

"Daddy? I want one more chance at the warm-thought contest. OK?"

He nodded.

"Being in a warm car, drinking hot chocolate, with you as my snuggle partner."

Daddy smiled and kissed my forehead. "I owe you a fruit and grain bar, young lady."