When mum and Lucy get back, mama takes you to get changed.

“Do you need to go to the loo?” mama asks before untapping your wet nappy.

With only a moment’s hesitation, you shake your head.

“Is that okay?” you ask quietly, unable to completely hide your worry.

“It’s all good, sweetie,” mama replies as she starts untapping your nappy. As she wipes you down with a wet wipe, she explains, “You’re a lot easier to change now; when you were little you hardly laid still, even when your mum and I had to clean up your messes.”

You blush slightly at the thought as mama slips a dry nappy under you. You couldn’t really remember it.

“Hmm,” mama hums as she tapes you up. “If you’re in a nappy all the time, we’ll have to get you some powder too.”

Your nappy all secure, mama helps you to the ground before pulling your skiing pants up over your nappy for you and doing up the shoulder straps. It was something she normally only did if the crowds were big or you crossed a road, but it makes you feel warm and fuzzy when mama takes your hand and leads you back to your table.

Lucy catches the fact your eyes are wet, all the emotions getting too much for you, even though they’re happy.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

Giving her a wet smile, you nod.

“Your sister was just having a bit of a hard time with some things,” mama offers as explanation.

Lucy gets out of her chairs and hugs you.

“I hope you’re okay.”

Hugging her back, you reply, “I’m lots better now.”

“Is it snowing?” you asked as you make it back to the top for another run.

“It sure seems like it,” mum replies, holding a hand out.

She watches as the tiny white speck lands in her hand, prompting Lucy to stop and try do the same. Despite snow being everywhere, it had so far only snowed a little bit when you were asleep. This was your first-time seeing snow actually fall.

“Wow!” Lucy exclaims.

It really was cool, you thought, just being able to make out the tiny geometric shape of the snowflake with your eyes. As always, mama gets her camera out, snapping a few photos.

A few runs later and it’s time to head back to the apartment.

“Really?” Lucy asks, for once not tired near the end of the day.

“Yep. We’ve got to have some dinner before night skiing,” says mum.

Getting back to the apartment, mama suggests the three of you go and play in the snow while mum makes dinner. Lucy is enthusiastic, quickly getting some snow boots on. Once done, she’s looking at you, wondering why you haven’t done so too.

“Just got to go to the loo,” you say quietly as explanation.

Catching on, mama encourages Lucy to come outside with her.

“Just a second,” mum says as the door closes.

You wait a moment as mum lays all the things she needs out on the bench. You had asked why before, and mum had explained how she had started cooking enough times only to find she was missing something half-way through that she always laid everything out first now.

Surveying everything, mum soon proclaimed, “All good. Now, lets get you changed.”

Mum is quick and efficient, getting you in a dry nappy in no time. Then you can get your sneakers off and your boots on. The boots were really just ugg boots with lots of spray on waterproofer. Mum had explained how they’d be comfy and that they were good enough for just playing around in the snow. If you were going to go on proper walks through the snow, you needed proper snow boots, and sneakers were fine around the village when it wasn’t snowing.

Outside, you find mama explaining to Lucy how to roll snowballs bigger in the fresh snow. You crouch down next to them.

“This fresh snow is really sticky,” mama explains. “So, your snowball picks it up really easily.”

You watch as mama guides Lucy through the process, their snowballs leaving little trails in the snow. From this position, you are suddenly aware of the movements in your bowels, how you would soon have to mess your nappy.

“Come on, give it a try!” mama says encouragingly to you.

Pushing that thought away, you grab some snow and start to form a ball.