violence on the sledding hill

The kind of sleddding/tubing–ours are neither sleds nor tubes but more like the things you see in the picture–that produces the most ecstatic laughter in my four year old daughter involves great crashes at the bottom of the hill. Sydney lies on her inflated “Rudolph the Reindeer” sled and I plow into her full bore, sending her and Rudolph hurtling, powdery snow showering us both.

Her riotous laughter, contagious.