Each birthday (which we celebrate nine of every year in our immediate family) we give our little ones the option for a lousy party or an individual present. The parties are super, super, super lousy.
In spite of our efforts in negative marketing, Ellie opts for the party.
So Mary reserved the reception room at the Ice Sheet skating rink and hockey emporium in Ogden, and we dragged unwilling and untrained ice skaters for some lunch, cake, and ankle-breaking excitement. (No ankles were actually broken; but several well-executed attempts were made.)
The kids did great - there was some wall holding early,
But as the afternoon progressed, the skaters became more confident.
All except Mimi.
"You let a two-year-old ice skate?!?!?!?" you say?
Yes! and it was a bad idea (but still totally worth it.)
She was excited to put the skates on and she was pretty good at walking around on the skates except when on the ice.
So after our once-around-the-rink experience, Mary asked Mimi if she liked ice skating.
She answered, "Yes . . . NO!!!! It was too cold and too slicky!"
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