Marcel Marceau Learns to Ski

A couple nights ago Sierra decided to become a mime.  So she did.  She just magically transformed herself in the bathroom while I was reading a book.  The next thing I knew there was a performance in the guest room. 

Last night, Sierra asked if she could use my cross country skis for a spin around the back yard.  When I said yes, she disappeared upstairs and put her whiteface back on...when I asked why she said "because that will help keep my face dry when I fall into the snow."

Ok, then.

She made it around the yard 3 times before falling into a deep drift and requiring rescue.  Then the Boy got into the act.

He, on the other hand, fell three times going around the yard once but did not require any rescue.  He figured out how to get up on his own, how to go up a small incline to get on the deck from the yard, and that once was enough when it's that durned cold and getting dark. 

Wolf waited patiently for the show to be moved indoors.  He fell asleep and did some miming of his own, imitating a dog dreaming of chasing rabbits through the neighborhood on a summer day.