TIFU by building a snowman

Very minor FU: Yesterday, I (33M) experienced my first real encounter with snow. As a Texas native, born and raised, I've seen snow before but never in significant enough quantity to do anything with, but we ended up with about 6 inches of powdery goodness once the snow stopped falling.

So I, in my infinite wisdom, decided to take my 6 year old outside so we could build our first snowman together. I thought this could be a good bonding experience and she absolutely loved it. So, I gathered up supplies (gummy bears, a carrot and a hat) and suited us up.

I was not prepared. This shit is supposed to be fun. While little one had a blast, about halfway through building it, I was ready to vomit. Sweating under like 3 layers of clothes, exhausted, and even kiddo was worn out by the end. But we got it done! He may be almost as lumpy and misshapen as I am, but we fully built our first snowman together.

The real fallout is today though. Everything hurts. I feel like I just started weightlifting. My legs and back are screaming, and little one is all sore too. Why did nobody tell us that snow was so much work?

TL;DR: Texas man completely unprepared for the effort required to build a snowman now unsure if he really needs legs.