Up here in the North pole--er, Minnesota--they flood the parks to make ice rinks, so we walked only two blocks to the local rink. We put on our skates, and fell down. Then we fell some more. Finally, we fell spectacularly. I landed on my back and Gregory--well, his face had a fight with the ice, and the ice won.
It wasn't pretty, but he wasn't hurt seriously. Ok, he cried for about an hour, and he's got a pretty big bump on his forehead and one big black eye, but everything's fine.
Now, of course, all our Christmas pictures have Gregory with a big black eye:
Typical Gregory, though: After the initial pain subsided, he indicated that he was ready to get back in the saddle and try it again. Maybe next time we'll get him a goalie mask first.
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