Dad took big sister skiing a few times this winter. I thought she was a little too young, but she loved it! Dad kept yelling, "pizza, pizza!!" as she flew down the hill, and she yelled, "french fries, french fries!!" Pizza = slower, french fries = faster.
Of course they had to have a little fun between runs
The sad thing is dad bought all the gear in "gender neutral" colors so we can pass it down to little brother. The whole day people called her a boy. Maybe next year we'll get her something pink.
