For Christmas this year--Santa brought each of the kids a circular sled. And since this has been our FIRST white Christmas ever!!!--my children have spent many gleeful hours shrieking down the neighborhood hill. Every single one of them--except my 6 year old. He's only spent 15 minutes on his.
He has decided his sled is called the Sled of Death...
After his brief excursion, I heard him slam into the house--shivering up a storm. After I stripped him of his wet clothes and bundled him onto our electric mattress pad with huge blanket, and he could finally stop chattering enough to speak... he explained why he will NEVER go sledding again, EVER.
" Mom, have you ever been on a sled before?"
"Yes. Did you have fun?"
"Are you kidding, Mom? That thing is the Sled of Death!"
"The what--?" (chuckling)
"I'm serious. Who invented stuff like that anyway?"
"It's dangerous, Mom. Totally dangerous for kids. I'm not kidding. You climb up the whole entire hill to the very tip top, then sit on this--this, really slippery thing, and zoom down, faster than the whole world! All the time you're spinning around in circles and screaming until it finally stops and crashes you in a puddle of rocks and water and mud and stuff. Mom! This is very dangerous stuff here. I can't believe you're letting your kids do this thing! And you know what??? There's other kids on that hill, other moms are letting their kids sled too. We could all die. Not kidding Mom. Die. Seriously. Who does stuff like this? Give kids slippery things and says now go zoom down a hill at super fast turbo speeds and see what happens. I don't know if you know, but Santa gave us a very bad thing this year--bad, bad, bad!"
My ever-wise 6 year old, decided to play with his "much safer" train set (also from Santa) for the rest of the day, instead.
Good grief. Well, I feel the need to share that all 5 of the other kids (including my two year old) made it home safe, sound, and full of excited adventurous stories to share. LOL!