On Sunday, the thermometer hit sixty degrees and I told the girls we should go sledding before all the snow melts. After the first run or two, the girls cheeks were bright red due to overheating in their snow clothes. I told Megan she needed to put on shorts and a t-shirt. How cool would that be to go sledding in summer garb!
She rallied and came back out ready to roll. She got positioned at the front of the sled and her pesky sister ran up from behind...hopped on the sled...which started the sled's momentum down the hill....at an angle. Well, you can probably guess what happened. The sled toppled over sending the girls tumbling in the snow. Megan's bare arms and legs were covered in snow and produced some screams of horror.
After I sent Zoe off for a timeout, I was able to convince a tearful Megan to make one last solo run. She was not happy about it all! So goes life with the Anderson!
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