At the end of the day, we wrapped up our shivering, cranky children and assured them that were very good (!) skaters, just the best(!) and no, you hardly fell at all (!) We were forced to make our annual promise:
During the holidays, we have a little family tradition.
It’s the day my kids wait for: They love ice skating.
I can’t tell you why exactly.
It’s crowded. It’s soggy (it’s hard to keep ice frozen in the heart of Texas). It’s cold (in an effort to keep the ice, ice). It’s expensive.
And it’s painful:
“YES, we will do it again next year.”
Which my son points out, “That’s tomorrow, ya know.”
Oh, yes. Another smart one. Great.
Happy New Year, Y’all.