I was allowed to sleep until 8:30 this morning, which is late by parenting standards. Finally when they couldn't stand it any longer, limabain and mexcianjumpingbain came in all suited up for the tundra and asked if they could go out and play on the frozen pond.
Crazy? Perhaps. I'm not that much of a kamikaze: it's not more that 4 feet deep, so even if it cracked and they fell in we'd just be dealing with cold, wet clothes. That's the kind of "danger" I'm proud to be part of: the sure-not-to-really-get-hurt-kind.
It's amazing how a frozen body of water can keep boys occupied for hours. I watched them slip and slide and thought it looked like the perfect way to start the day. Until they said I had to come see something. I debated for a second, since I was still in my robe, but my curiosity won. Glad I went, there was a rainbow under the ice - it was worth the trek.