It’s still winter here in Minnesota and snow was falling, light as goose down, when we headed out the door for the bus stop this morning. My Youngest was in a rare mood. Happily shouting that she was snowboarding, she slide down the icy driveway with her arms flailing and feet scrabbling, laughing like a hyena when she nearly fell.
Middle Child, who takes her snowboarding very seriously, watched this performance for a few moments, then turned to me, gimlet-eyed, and said, “That girl is an insult to snowboarding.”
Life. It’s a serious business. I kid you not.