Oliver's school had a going away outing this Saturday for a teacher who is leaving. It was at an ice skating rink. This was Oliver's first time, and he had lots of questions. Most of which revolved around the safety of the event. Mommy: "What happens if you fall down on the ice?" "Will there be a Zamboni?" "How sharp are the blades on the skates?" "Do people break their bones ice skating?" Despite my assurances, he informed me when we arrived that he did not want to ice skate. I said it was fine and we could just watch. So we found a spot and visited with friends. He watched the kids and asked more questions. I asked a couple times if he wanted to go get skates and try it. His response, "No, thank you."
After about 20 minutes of watching. He looked at me and said, "Mommy, no one has broken any bones." I agreed. About 5 more minutes passed, then he said, "Ok, I am ready, let's go ice skating." And he did. He was fearless and happy. He loved it.
With his good pal, Avery.
For perspective, chatting with his friend who is 6 months younger.
Oliver is still the little guy for his age.
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