Max was dying to go ice skating. He pleaded, "Ice skate- my turn", every time we walked by the rink. Since they actually had skates in his size, we decided to give it a try. As we attempted to jam his three-sock layered feet into the skates he eagerly repeated, "get them on" and "tie them". He was excited when Aunt Arielle and I walked hand and hand with him towards the rink. But once we hit the ice, the General had a sudden and severe change of heart. A minute later we were back inside taking off the cutest little ice skates you ever did see.
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