Max is ahead of me, we're running on trails...it's New Year's day.
He turns around, briefly, presumably to make sure I'm...still there?
"Mom, you okay?"
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, why?" (huff puff pant pant)
"Um, your cheeks are really rosy red."
Yeah yeah yeah...
A minute later, "Mom, you sure you're okay?"
Yes, I'm okay getting my ass kicked (yet again) by my nine year-old.