This may be more endearing than funny.
This past Saturday at Sugarloaf, my 14 y.o. son and I were in the lift line and an instructor comes up to me and asks if a small boy named Cooper can ride up with us. He's got a lot of kids in his group, none of which looked taller than 2 feet. The instructor says we should just find him or a second instructor, who he pointed out to us, at the top to the right of the lift. When we're second group back from getting on the lift chair, Cooper says to me "OK, you hold my hand now". We get on the lift and chat with Cooper, who is dressed like a NASCAR driver. Cooper sees someone skiing backwards and points it out to us. My son asks him if he'd ever skied backwards. Cooper points up to the Summit and with a straight face says "I've skied White Nitro backwards" (double black in the Snowfields). It was all we could do not to break out laughing. A few seconds later, as we raise the lift bar, Cooper turns to me and says "you'll have to help me off the lift".
A half a minute later, with Cooper safely together with his group, my son and I ski down the Lombardi x-cut. I look back and see Cooper determinely start down a green (upper Whiffletree), and for a moment I thought maybe he was telling it to us straight about White Nitro. All the rest of the weekend, when we'd see the dark specks in the distance skiing down one of the Snowfields slopes, one of us would point up and say "look, there's Cooper!"