Well, while the war rages on my Facebook page and the folks at home have nothing better to do than throw spitballs at each other, I decided to take my eight year old Noah OUT TO HONEYCOMB!

"Sure mom, there is nothing better to ski. No sun, crunchy snow...let's go!"

"It sure is pretty out here!"

"How am I doing mom...are we almost there yet?"

"I think I can, I think I can."

"You were right, mom, this is SUPER soft and SWEET!

"Thanks, mom, YOU ARE THE BEST!"

"See ya next time!"

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