You concentrate and swap feet with your mother. You feel your large stompers shrink into your mothers dainty little feet, complete with toe nail polish.
"Do you still want to get new shoes Mom?" You ask coyly, as you slid your feet into her wedge heeled sandals.
"Yeah, I mean look at these sneakers of mine," Your mother said as she grabbed your sneakers, "They're basically falling apart."
With your shoes on you both walk to the car parked outside, you enjoyed immensely the soft clopping your shoes made as you walked and you couldn't help but laugh at your mother's current predicament with her incredibly mismatched feet. They almost looked like clown shoes on her. You get into the passenger side of the car, and she get into the driver side.
"I wish my legs were a little longer..." She complained as she had to yet again adjust the seat, "It would make driving a more pleasant experience."
With another sly smile you decide whether or not to swap legs with your Mom too. She was wearing a skirt so she wouldn't tear anything.
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