The wife was disappointed when she decided that at 72 she was just too old to go sledding. I pointed out a hill with a gentle slope and lots of run out but she declined. Then yesterday late afternoon I pulled up in front of the house. There was a big snow ball in the front yard. She was busy. I asked her what was up? She said she was making a snowman. So now we have Frosty the Snowman in our yard. Too old to go sledding but still young enough to build a snowman. I guess I am lucky she didn't want to have a snowball fight.