That kind of parent.

I've always been a little disturbed by "those" parents.  The ones dragging their toddlers to the ski hill when they can't possibly be enjoying themselves.  Too little to really learn much of anything much less how to ski. 

What sort of monstrous parent shows her toddler videos of other toddlers skiing?  Only one who plans to catapult her daughter into a life of fruitless comparison and unattainable standards.

 

 

Well... I am not that kind of parent.  I totally let Clara scrape up her new skis (a present from Hanukkah Harry a.k.a. Keith Brodsky) on the patio since the snow is a little daunting for her still (boy, she turns 2 in February I sure hope she gets with the program soon!).  And I taught her one of the most important things about resort skiing: it's all about gluttony.  Greasy pizza?  Check.  Sweet treats as snacks?  Check.  It was actually a really fun day and reminder 987497897 that my pre-parent judgments should have been checked at the hospital door.