Sledding

I don't even remember the last time I went sledding on a real hill. I think I was probably in high school. We took W out to my friend Nina's who lives in the country and has a great sledding hill on their property. It was perfect for his first time. Not too steep, not too huge and no other crazy kiddies to contend with. He wasn't so sure about it at first (cried when we put him on the saucer) but soon reacted with his typical W way, which for those of you who know him, is no reaction at all. I think he smiled briefly which in W terms means he was having a blast.