Sledge

Sam and I went sledging at the weekend. Unfortunately it was about 5F. We went down the hill once, and I asked him if it was fun. He nodded, so I asked him if he wanted to do it again. He shook his head.

I convinced him to go a couple more times, but then he got snow in his boots and just wanted to get home. In his defense his feet were pretty cold once we got home, though I don’t think his habit of sticking his tongue out to lick his chin was helping with heat retention any.