Last ski trip of the season

 Raph  on his first black diamond.  Raph was thrilled. Mom, who also was on a black for the first time, was less thrilled.
I was also not thrilled when Raph saw that the next slope was a blue, and he declared that he was no longer a baby and did not ski blues.  This would have been okay, except he proceeded to take off his skis and start walking.    I quickly countered by shoving 3 chocolate Easter eggs down his throat in rapid succession.   This lightened his spirits, and he accepted to ski on the blue, since it was en route to lunch.

Teaching Raph new vocabulary:   The selfie