G-man, Ski-man...

So you know how when you meet someone new and you're really good at something and there's kind of tension around that particular activity because you really want to spend time with the person but you don't want to have to pander to their inabilities? Well, that was kind of the situation when Graydon's mom and I met about 17 years ago. Now I'm no slacker on the slopes but when it comes to sliding on snow Lorraine is one of those been-skiing-since-I-was-old-enough-to-walk types and the first time we had a ski date it became apparent that I was being heavily condescended to.

Anyhow, Gray had his second lesson ever over the weekend and, whaddaya know, he got his mother's genes big time. We were able to squeak a private lesson (it was a group lesson but no-one else showed up) and his need for speed came barging to the forefront.  It seems his interest in turning is somewhat understated but he had an obvious instinct for the fall-line so while I sat on the sidelines and worried, Lorraine cheered him on as he pointed his tips downhill and let 'er rip.

I suppose I get to be the summer sports parent...