It was a very cold and frosty morning and my husband Alfred, who grew up in Montreal, had warned our children never to put their tongues on frozen pipes. One day waiting for the school bus at the Howard and Alberni Highway junction Yurgen put the tip of his tongue on the bus shelter pole and said to his brother Malcolm: “Dad’s right, my tongue nearly got stuck!” Malcolm then decided to find out for himself but put his whole tongue on the pole and it froze immediately. He couldn’t get it unstuck. Fortunately, Mr Bartlett across the street heard the screams and came running out to see what was wrong. He was able to slowly rub his finger between the pole and Malcolm’s tongue and create enough heat to avoid a catastrophe!