my dad had this surgery on some nerve tumor-like thing in his foot, and for some silly reason didn't do any shopping for my mom before the surgery. so he's been hobbling around malls with a foamy foot brace on, wincing. tonight we did some last minute shopping, and i actually convinced him to let me race him around kohl's in a wheelchair. wheeee!

and i didn't even run him into something.

although i did make racecar noises and stop sharply in front of the cashier.