Walking beside her is her 12-year-old son, with his Nintendo Switch firmly clutched in his hands.
“Mom, I could totally rock that jumpsuit,” he says, glancing up at her with a cheeky smile.
She laughs, giving him a playful look. “Maybe, but I think you’re more of a cargo pants guy.”
He grins back. “True, but I’d still make it look good. You’d be proud.”
“I’m always proud of you,” she replies, ruffling his hair.