Jacob loved going down fast, hated dragging the sled back up, and almost always did a five foot dive off his sled at the bottom of the hill. Maniac! We went down once together and completely crashed. He got up, dusted off, and announced: “That sure did a number on my bones.” Exactly what his much older momma was thinking about her old bones. That kid cracks me up.
Mason preferred to roll down the hill. No sled. Just body. Weirdo.
And this is one of the reasons I love having kids: I get to go sledding while pretending that I’m doing it for my boys. I secretly love using them as an excuse to tear down the hill!
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