Sledding is exhausting, apparently.
Hyperfocus is back for a visit. Call the boy in for lunch and he's all annoyed.
Sliding down the hill at break-neck speed,
the wind whistling through the stitches of his neon orange hat,
everything a blur as it whisks past his glasses-less eyes,
- that is all that matters.
He can't even be bothered to go to the house to use the bathroom...
or even strip for all the neighbors to see as he's recently started doing,
He just keeps sledding,
when someone says he cannot put his snow clothes in the dryer
with everybody else's sopping wet things
- because his are wet from more than just snow
and must be washed,
until his mother says to go bed because obviously,
sledding did him in.
In 5 minutes