Corwin and I went out sledding again today, as it’s been snowing on and off for the last week. However, the top of the hill had partially melted and then refrozen. It was amazingly slippery. At one point I had to literally crawl to make it up because even standing still I would slide back down the hill. I saw a couple of kids taken off the slope from injuries - one had fallen on his face and had a mouth full of blood from a split lip (hopefully it was that,and not a tooth knocked out). Corwin managed to fly off his sled and land on his head on his second run. He was going down a side slope that had a small jump on it and he got some bad air.
Because of the slickness, it wasn’t that hard to get a run that would go right out in to the street near the hill. I didn’t see any one actually do that, but I did see a couple of kids come very close. I talked with Corwin about it and told him that if he were about to go in to the street or hit a tree, he should just bail out of the sled. Corwin agreed:
Dad: It’s better to fall out of the sled than go in to the street.
Corwin: It’s better than being dead. Anything is better than being dead. Bumping your head is better than being dead. Getting a cold is better than being dead.
Dad: What about making smoochies with a girl?
Corwin: Uhhhhhhhh.…..
Mom tried to bring Charles and Alice, but Charles didn’t even finish the walk over from the parking lot before he stopped and just cried, refusing even a ride on the sled that I had brought over. Eventually we got it out of him that he wanted to go back home, althoug he did look cute in Corwin’s old snow suit, with the matching snow pants and jacket. Corwin also decided he’d had enough at that point.