Our first ice skating outing of the winter was a tentative success. Even though Little Boy still cannot stand — let alone move — on his skates unassisted… even though grievous injuries were sustained by both Mr. P (ow, his aching back!) and I (bruised hip when I purposely careened to the hard ice to avoid cutting off my suddenly-prone son’s hand)… even though the urban outdoor skating rink forgot to turn on the music after the second zamboni break, afterwards Little Boy professed to “love” skating.
“I love it, but I want to be able to skate by myself!” he said on the way home.
So do we, Little Boy. So do we.
I spin you round and round and round...
Zamboni Break
Zamboni Break
