Donuts. Sledding. Donuts while sledding.

I wish I had a camera, but will do my best to do the scene justice. This morning, cub scout pack meeting was sledding. Families are always invited to pack meeting. Jillian is not a fan of sledding, Quinton is not a fan of his snow suit (he can't move in it), and Chayce decided to forgo the opportunity. That left Zachary, Payge and I. We went to a hill next to a park north of our house. The children have been sledding behind our house on our small hill (10 foot vertical differential maximum). The hill we went to today had at least 60 feet vertical differential and 100 yards horizontal differential. I thought Payge would find this too scary, but she went down right away.

Shortly after the sledding started, the scout leader with treats showed up - donuts (which promptly froze) and hot chocolate flavored water. We stopped to partake, and after Payge chugged her chocolate, she decided donuts on the run were the way to go. With her mittens on, she scooped up a donut, and jumped belly-down on a PILE of sleds (including my hat and gloves) and tore off down the hill. Spinning. Flying off jumps. Eating her donut as if she were laying on the floor, reading a book, with her feet in the air. She almost cleared the embankment built up to prevent sledders from crossing the sidewalk into the playground equipment.