This morning I got my truck and trailer loaded to take my 3 1/2 year old grandson ice fishing. We pulled into the unplowed parking lot about noon and he sat in my truck while I plowed a path out to where we were going to fish and drilled five holes. Then I went back to the truck to get him and the otter cabin. Once I got it almost set up he was getting cold and stepped in to get out of the wind but with that one step his foot slipped into one of the holes. He went down to his bottom, needless to say this was an abrupt end to our outing or the beginning to the end. First I put him on the bench seat emptied his shoe and wrung out his socks, then rushed him to my truck turned the heat on high with both of the vents blowing towards his groin area. He gets sick so easy and I was very concerned but he showed me how tough he can be today. Once I got everything back on the trailer and headed for home I guess he was so comfortable he passed out.
He is running around the house like nothing happened and is ready to go back out. I am not taking him out with me until I can get some help to join us…