Tug: Della, are you sure you should be jumping like that at your age?
Della: Age is just a number Tug. If I feel good I’m going to run around.
Look at Mom, she’s old and she still runs around.
Tug: Come to think of it you look a little like mom at night.
Della: What do you mean?
Tug: You’re both a little stiff and sore looking when you get up after resting in the evening.
Della: True that Tug…how observant of you!