While putting up the Christmas decorations today (yay!), we somehow got on the topic of snow — which took us back to the first time my hubby took our unnamed daughter sledding.
She must have been around five or six, and she had her first loose tooth (it will soon become clear why I associate those two events). And that front tooth was really, really loose — at that nasty point where it was just hanging by a thread, but she refused to pull it.
It just so happened, that day was the first big snowfall of the winter, and while I was at work, he bundled her up, and strapped her on her brand new disc sled (the kind you can’t steer, but can go really, really fast).
Let me preface this story by referring to a previous post about how accident prone my hubby is.
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