Another Sledding Injury

After the awesome Arsenal match today (1-0 thanks to a late winner from Bendtner), I took the kids to Highland Cemetery where they'd been too afraid to sled last month... not to be confused w/ St. John's Cemetery, the Cemetery across the street in which Solstice & I got locked over the summer. We had a great time, but the hill I assumed would be sweet was actually kind of shit. It was covered w/ large (maybe 10 inches in diameter) clumps of frozen dirt that made for a rather bumpy ride & didn't do my 2-hole a whole Hell of a lot of good. Of course, the quick stop @ the bottom didn't make things much better & I jammed my hand which didn't do my finger a whole Hell of a lot of good. Once that spot was nixed, we decided on a smaller area right by some tombstones which ended up being really cool. We even saw a grave of a dude who was born in 1788. Solstice was impressed that he was born before the Constitution & the French Revolution. Aiden was impressed that his grave was so close to a good sledding hill. They were also interested in the grave of the 2 year old kid from 1897 which meant we got to talk about infant mortality & scientific advances over the last 100 years.