The woman at the desk lined our skates up for us.
Shawn and I exchanged smiles and knowing glances when she called them “shoes.”
She was trying as hard to communicate with us in English as we were with her in French.
It was Hannah’s first time on the ice and the first time I’ve been in about twelve years.
They give kids little pingouins so that they have something to hold on to.
I was a little wobbly. I probably could have used a pingouin of my own.
Shawn is actually pretty good at ice skating.