Okay, but why can't you go?
I'm multitasking, and you're helping me.
But the walk would do you good.
I know they do, but that's why things hurt, because you send me to the bank instead of walking there yourself.
If I wasn't here to go to the bank for you would it even get done?
Of course it would. I do whatever has to get done. Like you do. You learned that from some place.
So why do you always send me to the bank?
Because you're here. (Facetiously.)
But you need to walk more.
Okay. I'm going to the bank for you today even though I don't like enabling you, but I'm going to say this. The next time you think you don't want to walk somewhere, do it anyway. Do it slowly. Don't do it for me. Don't even do it for you. Do it for your grandchildren. Because one day your grandchildren are going to want you to take them to the park and you can sit on the bench once you get there and watch them play. But if you can't even walk to the park, that would suck for your grandchildren. Because I have very fond memories of Grandma taking me to the park.
Okay, son. I hear you.
So you'll walk more? And go with me to the gym?
I do solemnly swear.
|My son and me, 12 years ago|