It really wasn't his lucky day, as the snowball Eric had thrown before darting toward the bush glanced his shoulder as he popped up from behind the bench to aim, and he'd already been committed to the throw, which meant he was thrown off and fell backward because he slipped.

And landed on his ass, where he sits for a moment, just laughing.

"Don't get any ideas, babe. I'm still in this." You know, as long as he can make some more snowballs.