I told you Mom, I don't like sledding.
You dropped my boot in the snow and didn't notice it for at least ten minutes, and my foot was getting cold with no boot on! The wind is blowing in my face and everytime you pull on the sled, I lose my balance and I'm afraid to tip over. I'm trying to be a good sport. I'm trying to like sledding. I'm trying not to cry, but I just don't like this and I think I might cry. I'm trying to be a big boy, but I'm really just a little boy.