Start being so childish.

Today was an oh-no, gasp, SNOW DAY! Frightened by the prospect of two bored kids, I decided to put my good-witch hat on. And some boots. And some gloves. And some long underwear. And some snowpants. Suddenly, I felt like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Mom. And, I prayed that I suddenly wouldn't have to go to the bathroom. Do you know how long it takes to put all that shiz on at my age?

The Doobies and I scouted the sledding hills around Burning Ham. Having only been here a month, I only knew of two. The first one was empty. The second boasted some bodies. After scraping the floor of my car in search of some coin to feed the meter, I mustered three nickels and a dime. It would have to do. We parked. We disembarked.

Madan quickly scampered towards the hill while I dragged Kaila across the snow. When you're wearing waterproof gear that makes you as wide as you are tall, it's hard to steer the ship. Luckily, she was enjoying the ride. Otherwise, our foray would have ended quite miserably like the Titanic.

And then, we sledded. We sledded until we sweated, cheeks reddened and everything not waterproof grew sopping wet. When Kaila decided to finally sit a few runs out, I started racing Madan down the hill. Due to my incredible sledding prowess (okay, and significant weight advantage), I kicked his ass every time. But, he was having too much fun to be a spoil sport. Eventually, we gathered up our gear and trapsed back to the car. I glanced in the rearview mirror at the kids' happy faces and then caught a glimpse of mine and laughed. I was a definitely a kid again, evidenced by the huge stream of snot running out of my nose. I glanced in the rearview mirror again to make sure the kids weren't looking and took my sleeve and wiped. Being childish is so fun.

P.S. If I ever say it's hard to make friends in Burning Ham, I want all of you to remind me of this visual so I can remember all the nice folks who talked to me today despite the ick on my face.