The ground was white last Saturday when we woke up, but the warmth from your shoe quickly melted the snow as soon as you stepped into it.

The kids didn't care if it melted as soon as you touched it; the ground was white and they were going sledding!

We already had plans to go help my sister stain trim for her new home, so Corbin (my nephew) called Clay early in the morning to remind him to dress warm, wear his boots, and to bring his sled so they would each have their own.

There were some big hills they had to conquer with all this snow being on the ground. Corbin was anxiously waiting for us on the porch with a pair of his boots and gloves he wanted Clay to wear.

So we layered them with clothes, toboggans, and gloves and sent them outside with their new sleds so we could get to work.

We hadn't heard anything out of them for a while, so I looked out the back window to check on them and saw two little black spots at the top of the hill.

Their neon sleds made them easy to spot. So we stood there waiting to see how far they would actually make it down the hill.

They thought they were going to take off flying down the hill, but their dreams were diminished when they stopped two feet from where they started.

They didn't care how long it took them to get to the bottom; they were sledding!

The next time I looked out the window, Corbin was sitting on the sled making Clay pull him back up the hill.

Clay was giving it all he had but Corbin wasn't budging. Corbin outweighs Clay by a few pounds. Clay looks up to Corbin, so he's easily influenced when Corbin tells him to do something.

It didn't take them that long to realize the snow was melting fast and they were beginning to get cold. And for some reason, the sleds just weren't working correctly. And they hadn't been under our feet for a while, a place they like to be, so they headed back indoors to unwind.