The other day, son Sam said, " MOM! I don't want you up there on that ladder, you could fall!!!!" I turned around, eyes - a- blazin' - "I'm 58 not 85, Samuel ! And what do you MEAN you don't WANT me to be ANYWHERE????? When does that happen? That they think they can talk to us in such a way??? As if THEY'RE calling the shots now..Hmpph. That'll be the day!. Well, he shut up pretty quick. (altho it was kinda cute that he was concerned. shhhhhhhh.)