What a bloody day it was...
We got a new inner-tube and decided with all the snow coming in we should head to the pass and try it out. It was fun too, lots of fun even. Bubba could ride by himself without any worry of him flipping out. Or so we thought...
See how happy?
Somewhere along the way though, Dada starting spinning Bubba when he was in the tube and then would send him spinning down the slope. Maybe on the 4th or 5th round of this spinning there was a slip, a thud, a face plant, a flip, a scream, a bloody nose, tears, a bloody lip, snot, and more tears.
It took a bit but we got him calmed down and things were all fun and games again. Even more spinning and slinging (sans falling out). Then we moved on to a snowball fight. I hit Dada, Dada hit Bubba, Bubba hit me, I hit Bubba... in the face... and split his lip... in a different place than before... and he cried. More screams, tears, blood, snot, tears. What a mess. And it was one of those random events, I just lobbed it underhanded from 4 feet away but he stood up, turned into it and it just somehow split his poor little lip.
Pretty soon after that we called it a day. No telling what we would manage to do next if we left it to chance. Of course, more tears because he wasn't done playing in the snow. This child of mine, what will I do with him???
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