This year, the softball game petered out quickly (mostly because we all suck now) and we decided to go for an even older Nelson tradition, demolition sledding. The premise is simple, get a sucker to head down the driveway first then come from behind and try to wipe out, flip, ram, dismember etc the sledder in front. If all goes well, you end up with a pile of twisted limbs, snow down the crack of your arse and someone hopping around going "ow, ow, ow". Oh, and did I mention that we have a dog who loves to chase us, grab us by the arm, head, taint, whatever is available and thrash us to death like a cute little woodland bunny? This year didn't disappoint.
As an added bonus, this year B decided that she was going to finally try sledding and thankfully she loved it. Before long she'll be piloting the toboggan of death.
face full of snow
Chance on the prowl (as you can see, he already took my father out)
Step 1, grab dad by the hood.
Step 2, pull him off the sled.
Step 3, drag him UP the driveway by his hood.