Somehow I don’t see it happening.
Yet she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, (and kind of pathetically) she kept reenacting that single step face plant for her own amusement. It wasn’t as dramatic as “the agony of defeat” guy‘s crash on The Wide World of Sports, but it did make me feel guilty for having NEVER taken her sledding.
I know I should, but it’s not going to happen. Our only snow-related tradition was to build a teeny snowman together and trounce the competition in her karate dojo’s annual contest. We won two years in a row, then retired from competition. Because we were that good.