Walk This Way, Part Two

In the spring, I posted about taking walks with my sister. I also take walks with my mother and they are equally special. I can't find my tennis shoes, so today I borrowed Mom's. She has two pairs that are exactly the same, so we matched. I always think Mother-Daughter wardrobe matching is a poor idea once the daughter is over the age of, say, 8. (Wearing identical shoes is much preferable to wearing identical bathing suits, though, which is what my sister and I have done the last couple of years. We haul all my sister's kids to the pool and we wear our matching suits and we look just like polygamous wives as we both call out warnings and praise to the children.)

So Mom and I were matching and we were walking up a hill, when Mom suddenly said, "How would you like to pull me up this hill?" (she has a cold, so she's not at her walking best). I didn't pull her, but I put my hand on her back and I pushed her up the hill. When we approached the top of the hill, I took my hand away and Mom stopped walking and slumped over at the waist.

MBC: Oh, you're naughty!
Mom: I'm not naughty. I'm just old.

Fair enough. I pushed her to the top of the hill and then she walked very nicely like a human being (until we reached the next hill). And now I'm going to go eat her chocolate. She's going to be glad when I leave on Saturday, don't you think?