Mum doesn’t go full tilt on the next stretch, but as you’re racing to go as fast as you can bear, she skis down to slope almost lazily.
Reaching the ski lift with mum, you both get on and head up to the top. Rather than wait for mama and Lucy, you head down again. At the bottom, you spot your sister and then mama in the line.
“Can you slip ahead and ask mama to wait at the top?” asks mum.
“Okay,” you reply as you try to go around the queue.
Someone says you’re not allowed cut in as you go by, but you’re not doing that.
“Having fun?” mama asks.
“Yep!”
“How fast did you go?” Lucy asks.
You shrug.
“I dunno. Mum’s way faster though.”
Lucy giggles at your slightly put out expression.
They were only a lift of two away though.