Mason the Prankster

Last week my dad took Mason and Myself ice fishing. It was a very nice day and the fishing was great! While we were fishing Mason was getting board (can you believe it). He slide all over the ice and fell so many times I lost count. Of course he managed to get wet but it didn't slow him down a bit, thank heaven it was such a nice day. Anyway I think he decided that he needed to pull one over on his dad and grandpa. While we were sitting there checking our lines and such he laid down on his stomach and started squirming around and shaking his legs. As Grandpa checked on him he got an alarmed look on his face. Grandpa looked at me and said "his tounge is stuck to the ice". Of course I started to completly freak out, wondering what we should do. I imagine we where probably running around looking like a couple of idiots. Grandpa yelled that he would go and get the hot chocolate to pour onto the ice in hopes of releasing poor Masons tounge. As soon as we had both run around for what seemed like forever, Mason jumped up and pointed at us laughing and yelled GOTHA HA HA HA. If the little guy wasn't so stinkin cute we would have wrung his neck for getting us both so worked up.