Okay, we haven't determined yet if my dad meant it as a joke since my mom recently got her senior citizen's ID, or if he was really being kind since my mom has been complaining of knee pains (not enough to make her hobble or limp though), but he came home last night and presented her with a... walking stick. I know you don't have to be elderly or feeble to use one, but around here, only the ones who have trouble walking use canes. In any case, Marguerite and I have been having fun with Mom's. My daughter's more imaginative (and dangerous to fragile objects) when she plays, while I mostly stick to my Dr. House impressions (thumping it on the floor, while yelling "Attica! Attica!" at innocent bystanders).
Blurry pictures up ahead (Marguerite kept on moving):