We lived in Geneseo NY when Susan was a baby. There's a lot of snow there. I can't skate or ski, and I don't do well walking in snow, either. Every day I had to walk to the car with Susan in my arms. One day the inevitable happened. I slipped and Susan went flying, landing face down in the snow. Praise God she wasn't hurt, but her little face was covered with the icy stuff and she was not a happy camper!
I never fell with her again after that day, but whenever I slipped and almost fell, she grabbed me like a little monkey holding on for dear life!
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