It was 2 degrees and we set out for a hike around Cheney Lake. Everyone was happy for a bit. A short bit.
Soon, Duke started whining that his feet hurt. As I ran him back to the car, I heard other children starting to cry as well. Apparently, the single digits are too cold for you to sit in a sled refusing to walk.
He regained his sunny disposition after a while of sitting in the car with his feet on the heat vent. He also came back and took a one hour nap. I am hoping this was just because the cold took it out of him and not a foreshadowing of yet another bout of sickness to come!