“An ice rink?” London asks as we pull into the Ann Arbor rink.
“Yeah. Since I’m going to be gone before the lakes freeze, I thought it would be fun to go ice-skating here.”
“Hmm…interesting.”
“Now, before you go complaining, just give it a chance.”
We exit my truck and head toward the rink.
“It’s fun, I promise. You’ll get the hang of it relatively soon, and I’ll hold your hand until you do, okay?”
“All right, I guess I can try,” London says, not sounding too convinced.
“Thank you, babe. That’s all I ask.”
Once inside, we rent some skates and put them on.
“You know, they have these little walker-type things for kids just learning how to skate, but I don’t think they have any tall enough for you,” I say with a smirk.
“Ha-ha,” she says, not sounding amused. “I think I’ll be okay.”
