Snow angel or no angel?

So at the height of the winter storm Wyatt suggests we go outside and make snow angels. I reluctantly concur. He briefly flirts with the idea of laying in the snow, then gets up and informs me, "Mommy, I don't know how to do it. You need to show me." I stand next to him and explain that he needs to flap his arms and legs. He says, "No, you need to show me." So 8 months pregnant I lay in the snow and make my wings. "Your turn, I say." He looks at me covered in snow and responds, "No thanks. I'm going inside."