There are unexpected pleasures to being a ski instructor.
Yesterday afternoon, I got put on lesson support, which means riding the chairlift with little kids to help their coaches get their classes to the top of the hill–for reasons that should be obvious, we don’t let the little ones ride the chairlift without adult supervision.
My first ride up of the afternoon was with a little girl. The very first words she said to me, without any prompting whatsoever, were, “I’m four.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “When did you turn four?”
“Well,” she said, “It’s kind of a long story.”