While we were enjoying the Southern Utah snow and caroling I happened to sneak a peak in Nate's pocket and this is what I saw...a huge snowball. He's like one of those fifth grade boys that just can't resist the urge to nail the second graders with a snowball, unbeknownst to the victim. I quickly made my way to other side of the group after I spotted it. The last thing I wanted was to be involved in the cross fire.
In the far left corner of the group, you can see Nate. He's trying to blend with the cousins, while spotting his easiest prey.
When they least expected it, he hit the first sucker, comparable to a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick the face. This created a night long domino effect between him and all the boy cousins.
Little did he know that his dad had created revenge in the form of a snowball the size of Pee Wee Herman's tinfoil ball. (slight exaggeration) Nate's brother managed to get him a well earned hit to the back with the massive snowball. Fun times in Hurricane!
4 comments:
Pee Wee Herman's tinfoil ball! Ha! Love it!
Looks like fun. Remember those great neighborhood caroling parties in the old neighborhood? Great time.
Hey Nate and Nicole! We had tons fo fun last night. I just had to comment of that snowball tucked into Nate's pocket, hilarious! And I love the giant snowball, I would have run away too!
That is awesome. It sounds like you married into a very fun family. Good for you.
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