Fun with ice (or, guerilla warfare with frozen projectile missiles)

So my dad had this idea last year to leave the sprinklers on at night, when it was going to freeze.  Wow.  The result?  A really, really cool ice patch.  Especially since the grass in the garden area is pretty high.  Icicles and crystals everywhere.  We all had a blast playing in it last year, so he decided to do it again this year.  Last night was the night.  This afternoon, we frolicked in a wintery wonderland!  Well, right up until Tori and her Grampa formed an unholy alliance and started an all-out ice war!  Ice was chucked, bruises were received (okay, that one might be just me), and the battle raged on!  Or, at least until I couldn't feel my fingers.  So I did what any brave combatant would do in the face of out-numbered danger...I ran and hid behind my mommy.  My strategy was that my dad couldn't possibly be foolish enough to throw ice towards her.  Yeah.  Not so much.  He threw, she glared, and the two of us declared surrender and went inside to thaw out, leaving the two frostbite-loving lunatics out there to turn on each other.

For more pictures, check out the family album.

On a completely unrelated note, Tori, instead of going to sleep, is in her bed singing 'Funky Town'.  Whoever taught her that song, rest assured...some day, somehow, I will get you for this.  *Headdesk*  Peace out!