I termed this game that they played all the time, "Reagan's rickshaw."
The last three years I've been either pregnant or newly not pregnant so I was very excited to ski. I did it, I dropped one, and did the wake thing but BOY were my legs/arms/headtotoe feeeeeling it. Note to self: come in-shape next year. My foot made close contact with a frog once inside the ski boot and I can't seem to shake that gross feeling. Even bringing it back up now made me shiver.
Until next year Sylvan!