For play group last week, our hostess thought it would be fun to try a trip to the ice rink. One of her friends with 2 children younger than all of ours, said her two loved it. We are all pretty much willing to try anything once. So, baby sitters were called for the smallest of the small ones and we headed to a local rink.
No complaints about the boots. No complaints about the helmets. A few complaints about the mittens, but those who wouldn't keep them on soon learned why they were there in the first place.
Then they realized that ice is a bit, well, slippery. G was TERRIFIED. B was fine, but if he moved at all, he typically landed right on his, well, rear end.
Because of our 1 parent to 2 kid ratio, we started taking turns leaving a group on a bench just outside the rink with one mom, while the rest of us took our kids, one at a time, for a spin around the ice.
G, after moving about 20 feet with me, decided she was done. "Too scary, Mom." The promise of Pirate Booty and trail mix and spending some time with her buddies was way more appealing. B was a good sport, for about 10 minutes. His contemporaries who stuck with it really seemed to enjoy themselves. He also chose snacking over skating.
Most exciting TWENTY MINUTES of our week.
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