I realize that my adventures in the world of winter in Kansas are going to get old, but people I am almost 40 years old and I have never experienced a winter like this! The snow started coming down at about 12:00 pm yesterday afternoon, and stopped sometime after I went to bed late last night. On Wednesday evenings, Randy and I attend a Bible study with some friends down the street from us. We always walk, because it is just as easy, being that they live about five duplexes down from us. In our infinite wisdom, even though there was about 6 inches of snow on the ground by the time we left the house, we decided to go ahead and walk last night. Randy put Carter on the sled and off we go. The trip down there was fairly uneventful, although I did step into a snow drift and sink down to my knee and it filled my boot with snow! Fast forward a couple of hours and we are heading back down the street. It is significantly colder at this point, and the snow is coming down fairly hard. Randy puts Carter onto the sled and off they go....or at least off Randy goes. Poor Carter had fallen over backwards as Randy took off and was laying in the Baumann's yard, and to put it mildly, he was not a happy camper. To make matters worse, Randy runs over to pick him up and kicks a huge thing of snow in Carter's face. By this time, Carter is really crying and I am worried about his face freezing! So, back on the sled goes Carter, and we are off. Randy decides to run ahead, and I am just trying to follow the sled track and not fall down in the snow and die. I look up, and oops, poor Carter is lying in the street, having fallen off the sled again! So Randy picks him up under one arm, the sled under the other and takes off running toward the house. It took us a while to get Carter calmed down, and I secretly think he was calling Randy a dirty, rotten bastard under his breath, but I cannot prove that. Needless to say, the next time it snows, we will be driving to Bible study!!