Not many Easters when we can go from this…
…to this, two hours later:
After the euphoria of locating the Easter basket behind the television (not without a lot of coaching — he seemed to look everywhere but) we ate some of Mr. P’s improvised French toast and headed off to Wachusett Mountain. The air was warm, the wind was brazen, the sun was half-shrouded, the crowds were light, and the Little Boy was hardy. As you can see from the picture… Moguls. Nothing says “relaxed warm Spring skiing” like a willingness for a 4-year old to take on moguls. He earned that chocolate bunny!
