
On one of our many trips up the ski lift, Tate looked at me and said "Mom, if you just get me a helmet I'd be able to go down the black slopes." As any mom would do, I quickly responded by telling him that he would "for sure" be getting a helmet when we got to the ski shop but would not be heading down any blacks on this trip. He then moved on to just "tree bashing" and jumping off of 8 foot high clifs. Maybe the black slopes would have been the better option....
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