Thanksgiving eve it snowed 9 inches. In the morning we took a break from cooking to goof off and put Isaac on his skis. He explored across the driveway and into the woods before declaring enough. And being Isaac he also insisted on having poles despite getting tangled up in them.
P.S. A couple weekends later we bought him a different set of skis with a binding that fits modern boots. The first set kept popping off.