"It is SO slippery out here," my mom declares while taking delicate and s l o w steps besides me.
"I think that it might be your shoes."
"No, I don't think so. It feels like I could skate out here." Skate skate skate. We continue in the snow. "Aren't you slipping?"
"No."
"Well, it must be because of your shoes."
"Like I said...."
