On Saturday, I accompanied Mother to the gym. Wearing my baggy shorts from middle school. And a t-shirt featuring cows from an ice cream stand on Prince Edwards Island. Because this is what happens when I'm not prepared for activities that Mother suggests and have to rummage through my closet at home for clothes.
Not that I needed to change. Mother was wearing flip flops, lawn green cargo shirts and a checkered blue/white flannel shirt. She looked sort of indie cool, especially when she had her sunglasses on and hat on. (Mother: I'm going to wear this little one. Do you want to wear the big straw hat? Moi: No, I don't.)
Moi: So, you're working out in a collared shirt?
Mother: Yeah. It's comfortable, isn't it?
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