Accidents Happen

Today we took Jamie out on the snow racer and he asked us to go into the fenced-in football field in our neighborhood that was covered in untouched snow. The Swede was pulling the sled and pretending that they were football players scoring goals and Jamie loved it. Then he decided to do a bicycle kick (at 1:00, but the rest isn't half bad either. You'll see.) and everything fell apart. Literally. He made a sharp turn with the sled and it turned over, spilling Jamie over into the snow. And yeah, I should have gone in to comfort him too, but I had to record this moment because it reminded me so much of the events of another snowy outing about twenty-six years ago when my sister was Jamie's age. She came down the slide, followed by my mom, too soon, who crushed her, causing her to make the exact same face Jamie made here. We have a home movie of the incident and it's a family classic. Maybe someday Jamie will have the same warm fuzzies over this picture.