The Price Of Feet

Mom and I were sitting on her patio this afternoon. It was an absolutely stunning, Spring-like day. We were having a nice talk when she went indoors for a couple of minutes.

Sometimes needing to amuse myself, I began trying to see if I could center my feet through the curved, oblong holes of the grated tabletop.

When she came back outside, she started talking to me, but I was still playing. Totally disgusted, she said she couldn't talk to me with my nose in that thing (the iPad). I assured her that I was listening, but she opened her book and started reading.

Silence.

...then she fed me steak and spaghetti. Gotta love your momma!