We went on a ski trip in the Pyrenees. We wanted to get our son a ski lesson since it's his first time but they said he was too young to learn how to ski. "What's the point in trying to teach him?" they said. Okaaay. So we took him out ourselves. We went up the T-bar. On the second or third run, when we got off the ski bar I told him to ski down to my wife, who was about ten feet away. He sped past her and raced down the hill. She raced down the hill. I raced down the hill. We couldn't catch him. He crashed into a side embankment. My wife crashed.
He cried. We cried. We call cried.
We all got a snack.
Then we went back up again.