Having lived on the west coast for the majority of my life
where winter weather means ‘more rain’ and summer means ‘less rain than usual’,
I haven’t had the benefit of 20 and 30 below or the danger of frostbite. But,
now, thanks to my 5 year old daughter I can say that our family has been truly initiated
into the true Canadian winter experience.
On the last day of school before the holidays, I bundled up
my kids and sent them out the school door (I am the principal) for the short
walk home while I sat down to try to sort through the mountain of paper work
that sits on my desk. All of a sudden, my son came running through the door. I
knew right away that something was up because he hadn’t paused to take off his
snow covered boots and had tracked snow all the way down the hall. Then he announced,
“Kaceja’s tongue is bleeding!” Sure
enough, I could faintly hear her high pitched screams through the double thick
doors. I raced outside to find my daughter with her tongue outstretched, blood
dripping into the sugar-white snow around her.
After some hugs and tongue
dabbing I managed to get the story out of her (with a little help from my son).
It seems she managed to get her tongue stuck to the metal bicycle rack outside
the school. She then proceeded to rip her tongue off, leaving a small piece of
her tongue behind. At first she assured me that it was “just an accident” and
that she had been talking near the fence when all of a sudden her tongue
strangely became attached to the fence. Now, I know that she can talk your ears
off like no other, but even the most experienced tongue wagger would have
trouble with that story. After a little more coaxing she managed to say that
another boy had announced that he had stuck his tongue to a pole without
incident so she thought she would try too – and she had seen it on TV -and it
looked funny. So there you have it. My daughter has joined the ‘Stuck Tongue
Wall of Fame’ like so many others before her. Winterized with style!