After a couple fun hours at the Montshire, then a big lunch of pizza, we weren’t quite ready to go home so Dad suggests the playground. “Hey, how about the BIG playground” in fact. Thirty degrees out and, as you can see, not really fun playground conditions. He tried the slide once and then spent a good half hour working on his balance, crunching ice, exploring, and slipping onto his butt a couple times. It was only as we were making our way back to the car that he decided to attempt climbing an icy hillside (mound-side?) and fell headfirst onto the ice. A good sized dent in the ice and a bit of scratching on his forehead resulted in a fair bit of crying, which he seldom does. The crying then turned from pain to disappointment as dad decided it was time to leave.