A week or so ago - before last weekend's snowstorm - my grandson and I were hanging out. Most of the snow outdoors had disappeared ... and it felt almost like spring.
Indoors we played "Christmas." Jericho set up a tree and a wreath. Then he wrapped up his well-travelled crocheted elf and his favorite book about "Elf on a Shelf" - which he knows by heart.
We then headed outdoors where he had fun biking down the driveway towards the road.
He was riding one of those strider bikes with no pedals or brakes, so we discussed several stopping options. Driving onto the country road was NOT an option. Neither was driving into the ditch (above)! It could be a steep drop ... and the ditch could have water in it.
But he could turn onto the grass and drive uphill. That would slow him down.
Another option Grandma suggested was driving into a snow pile to slow himself down ... so he tried it...
BAD IDEA! He did it so fast that he ended up flying over the handlebars onto the snow!
What a shock for both of us!
Fortunately he was wearing a helmet and didn't hurt himself! (But we both agreed that sometimes grandma has TERRIBLE IDEAS!)
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