I *LOVE* this photograph.
Wanna guess what she was so joyous about? Some hints:
It wasn't the prospect of sledding (that had already happened).
It wasn't that I had promised her a pink pony that would poop glitter and naked Barbie dolls.
It wasn't that I admitted I secretly loved the Jonas Brothers and was going to quit my job so we could stalk them full time.
She was THAT joyous moments after her view changed from her dad sledding down the hill to her dad crash landing and rolling down the hill in a crumpled pile of man vs plastic sled vs icy hillside. (He was fine.) (Mostly.)
I only know that's what happened because I could see the reflection in her eyes. I guess maybe I should have offered to help the poor guy instead of standing there taking pictures.
But at least I didn't laugh like she did.