Henry and I stopped in to visit Mosey yesterday and we went out to the patio to get some wind in our whiskers. Henry pushed mom's walker around for a while and when it was time to go back in for dinner Henry didn't want to give it back. I started explaining the importance of mom using the walker to Henry, reasoning with him and generally cajoling him to give it up. He was not impressed. Mom, in her infinite wisdom, simply stood up and said to Henry, "It's my turn, now" and he let go of it without incident. Zen Master Mosey keepin' it simple.
