It is The Wild Toboggan Ride by Suzan Reid and Eugenie Fernandes. I began reading about Nicki's grandpa who was griping about having to push Nicki in the snow on her toboggan. On her last push, he falls and lands on the toboggan. They end up "picking up" all sorts of other passengers as they go by. Her grandpa uses such expressions as "oh fiddlesticks" and "good grief" to show his displeasure. They wreck into a snowbank and the ride is suddenly over with everyone landing in various places. Hailey and I hold our breaths, waiting for the grandpa's response to this. We were pleasantly surprised when he jumped up and ran to do it all over again with a huge smile on his face!
H begged me to read it again and I did...until we were interrupted by Daddy coming in from work. She trotted off happily to shower him with hugs and kisses. I was so glad I had taken the time to share a special moment with my little girl.
It wasn't until several hours later when I noticed the book lying on the table obviously not on the bookshelf where it belonged :( that I realized something. Like Nicki's grandpa, I often face some of life's precious moments with "oh fiddlesticks" and "good griefs". What a beautiful thing I would have missed had I not taken the few minutes to stop and smell the roses!