Iceland

To burn off some pent up energy on Saturday afternoon, we went to the rocky beach with our friends from up the street.  The kids decided they were visiting Iceland, and set up a little shop in a nest of rocks where they loudly sold icicles to "customers."  Mr. Sneaky Pants, in usual sneaky fashion decided he'd be the villain who stole the icicles rather than purchase them with imaginary money.  It was a loud affair:  lots of crazy singing and shouting and slipping and sliding.