Ski bum

You'd think with a name like Waveboy, his vacation spot of choice would be a beach with sweet waves, but this year, he was very certain he wanted to go skiing.

This picture was taken on the first day of the trip:



















He clearly remembered the "pizza" stance from the previous year, and by the end of the week, his "french fries" were looking pretty good too, and he was starting to tackle blue runs. [Maybe "tackle" is the wrong word—the kids just point their skis and go. A whole class of them look like a flock of goslings following their mother/instructor.]

It was snowing so heavily on the third day day of our trip that I figured I might as well ski too. And who'd have guessed, but when there's a lot of powder, I can even do french fries too! I surprised myself.

As we prepared to head home, Waveboy was trying to understand why he couldn't just go to ski school instead of regular school. They're both school, right?

Right?