This Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I went ice fishing with my family and my roommate, Sarah. The ice wasn't actually that thin, but Sarah was pretty nervous about it. We didn't catch anything, but I whitewashed two of my brothers at the same time. It was extremely sweet.
Really all my wild brothers need is an enormous sheet of ice on which they are free from constrait to run around on for a few hours until they tire themselves right out. My dad has discovered this secret of late, and its a winner.