When we went sledding the other day, it was pretty icy. I was picturing us bombing down the hill like Clark Griswold in "Christmas Vacation", with smoke trailing behind us. It was like a sheet of ice. It was hard enough just getting to the top.
As we crested the hill, I started to say "okay, now when we go, we need to be careful..." and at that moment, with a loud war whoop, my eldest son was already at the bottom of the hill, laughing with a skinned up nose from when the ice scraped him in his fall.
He was back up and going again before the rest of us had a chance to get our sleds arranged.
No Fear. I guess as parents we have fear enough for them all. Lucky us.
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