Emmett and I went skiing today. Because of the location of runs at Brighton, I generally have to go down one of the steepest runs I'm willing to ski right at the start of the day. Since I'm not warmed up and it's pretty darn steep (for me, anyway), I tend to try to ski it very slowly, taking shallow traverses across the mountain so I don't feel like I'm going to lose control. I was talking about that with Emmett on our next lift, saying, "When I'm on the steep stuff I want to be sure I can stop, so I almost stop before every turn, which I know is ridiculous, but..." Emmett jumped right in and said, "Yeah, mom. You look ridiculous."
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