Guess who got to ride down the mountain in the arms of a hunky ski patrol member?
a) Me
b) Emie
c) Jack
d) Jeff

After finishing up their first day in ski school, the cherubs were jazzed and wanted to show off what they had learned. We go up to the top of a green mountain, for the last run of the day and wouldn’t you know it, all hell breaks loose. Emie is scared because she hasn’t been up that high, but is totally getting it because we go the easiest way. Jack is having a really tough time because, wouldn’t you know it, it’s too flat. He is falling apart. I tell him to take his snowboard off and walk to me. Well, that doesn’t work out at all. The board goes flying down about 40 feet below us. Evidently you don’t take your snow board off, because well, it slides. How am I supposed to know? I’m a skier, not a boarder. So I pop off my skis I go down after it, until a ski patrol guy wants to know why I’m down in thigh high snow out of bounds. I explain and he gets the board and gets me back to Jack, Em and dad, where guess what? Em is having a huge nose bleed. The guy is freaked, but I assure him it’s normal and clots that big are actually a good thing. I get it stop and start down the mountain again with Jack, still struggling. Of course, Em’s nose starts again, and she can’t even see enough to ski any more. The snow is really picking up about now and I’m totally stressed how I’m going to get the cherubs off the mountain. About that moment, the ski patrol guy just sweeps Em into his arms and zips down the mountain with her into her waiting father’s arms. Who is really worried why everyone has come off the mountain, but um, his entire family.

Guess what the first thing Em asked to do again this morning was?
“No, Em, you can’t ride down in the ski patrolman’s arms, but you can ski down with me.”
Yeah, she thought that sucked too.