...and this is what remained of the igloo a few days later. I forgot to mention in my earlier post that it took them the better part of a day to build the igloo, and much drinking was done by the parents (who occupied mainly a managerial role from the porch). I recall overhearing some cries of pain and admonishments about putting out someone's eye, followed by stern commands to reinforce the igloo, which the kids rebutted by yelling "it's not an igloo, it's an ICE HOLE."
your blog entry knocked mine off the page! now I'll have to blog myself, or face the fact that the blogging boat has left the dock for me.
I want pica pictures!! maybe you could send me one.
Ice Hole = Love.