

The boys were most certainly not allowed to do this. They had sculpted out a perfect sledding path, complete with jump, and were sledding happily down the roof, blasting off into air at the end, and then landing with a thud in the snowbank. I made them stop, but of course I had to take a picture first.

All I have to say is this: Don't mess with my dad when he's out to blaze trails.



1 comment:
Ol' P'taker thanks you for the mention, but I gotta' tell you, the chickens is killer. I just might steal that image from you.
P'taker
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