Why is it always Charlie?

Lets hope that this is the last time I have to post on a disaster that has happened to Charlie, it's the third so I'm hoping that this is it!
Today, I went to help the children get ready for their skiing lesson at school and then walk them up through the village to the ski school.  I safely deposited them with their instructors (or so I thought) and headed home.  I had been home about an hour when the door bell rang and there was Barb, the Fire Chiefs wife, on the doorstep giving Charlie a piggy back!  It turned out he had fallen on practically his first run and when he came to get up again he couldn't put any weight on his left leg.  His instructor skied to the medics hut and they called out the skidoo to go and get Charlie from the slopes and take him to the hut to be checked out.  This was by far the best bit of the whole adventure for Charlie, racing down the slopes at a million miles per hour on the back of a skidoo!!  Anyway to cut a long story short he's absolutely fine... a bit bruised, swollen and now with an oversized bandage and a well practiced limp.