I fell on ice a couple of years ago and broke my wrist. Since then I am understandably cagey on ice. The grand daughter has picked up on my wintertime unease.
As my grand daughter and I left the house the other day, she told me to watch out for the ice. We continued on and she warned, “You should go around that ice!” I carried on and then heard her say, a bit exasperated, “You aren’t listening to me!”
It is nice that she cares, I guess. 🙂