“Morning, sweetheart,” mama says as she passes, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek.
Lucy takes the seat next to you, her face flushed from the cold. You can see a bit of snow in her hair which you pick out to shared giggles. Soon, both you and Lucy are stuffing your faces with pancakes, butter and maple syrup.
“How would you two like to ski in the dark?” mama asks.
“Hmm?” Lucy hums behind a mouth full of food.
You swallow your own pancakes.
“You can ski in the dark?” you ask.
“Yep!” mama replies. “Twice a week they do night skiing. They even have lights set up so you can see where you are going.”
“Wow,” Lucy replies.
