Take a 12 year old boy, born and raised in tropical Africa, take him to a mountain in the Canadian Rockies in summer, and what will be the inevitable outcome? A ball of soggy, dirty, 9 month-old, just about to melt forever, snow. Down the back of your shirt if you're lucky. Down the front of your trousers if you're less lucky. Or, in my case, both.
An unsuspecting father gets his first snowball on the back |
Turns out, as said 12 year old found out to his cost, Dads also know how to throw snowballs.
Dad gets the last laugh |
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