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Anyone who knows my kid knows that he is not, by any stretch of the imagination, a daredevil. Last summer he desperately wanted to go down a tube slide but was too scared so I gave him a shove and off he went. I don't think he's forgiven me yet because when faced with something new, he looks at me warily while vehemently declaring he's 100% certain he does not want to do whatever dangerous activity we're encouraging him to partake in. And even though Dave was miles away from the slide incident, Henry's distrust extends to him as well.

A couple of weekends ago we tried to take him sledding. Dave was extra-super-excited at the thought of sledding with his kid. Henry, however, made it halfway up the hill before stopping in his tracks and bursting into tears. After trying to convince him to at least watch his Daddy sled down the hill, I finally took him back to the car. I happened to know that at school the next day there would be lots of sledding going on so I consoled Dave with the thought that Henry seeing kids his own age sledding might be enough to get him to give it a try. It wasn't. He did like pulling the sled though.

A few minutes ago one of Henry's teachers sent me a text message with a picture of Henry sitting in a sled and trying to pull himself along. She wrote "Making progress!" Indeed he is!