Woah Dad!

Scott took off down the sled run he had dug out while we watched from below. He was doing fine until he sailed over one of the moguls at the bottom and slammed his head back against the hard packed ice. He laid still at the bottom when he finally came to a halt to catch his breath. Clay watched and said, "Oh, Dad must be dead because he's not moving." I told Clay he better run down and take a picture of dad and make sure he was really dead. Of course Clay wasn't at all worried about his dad being dead. The kids have already informed us Scott will of course be the first to die in our family because he's the oldest (AS FAR AS THEY KNOW!). Death is such a nothing to them right now. They know you go to be with Jesus and you don't come back and that's as far as they think about it. Clay took these pictures and to his surprise Dad wasn't dead after all. Phew, we still had a ride home! Actually we almost didn't have a ride home. Scott went into his, no longer, zippered pocket to retrieve the car keys and they weren't there. After a moment of panic from Scott and an equally long moment of disgust from the rest of us Scott found the keys in his gators cinched down around his boot. The disgust was mostly on my part because this wasn't the first time Scott had nearly lost the keys on a trip out to the middle of no where and probably not the last.