My son was bugging me "go out on daddy's snowmobile", so we hit the yard for a quick ten laps. He was all smiles. (and so was his old man). He especially liked it when I hit a drift on a hill that pushed snow over the windshield. Pretty cold so we headed back in for some hot chocolate and marshmellows. Can't wait til he is older and can hit the backcountry with me and his uncle. By then I will need him to help dig out my sled.