18 again

Bedtime...every night at bedtime when Mom gets to the bed she sets on the edge of it and puts her feet on a little stool, lifts herself up with her hands, gives herself a little push and tries to set as far back in the bed as possible.  After she does this I lift her feet and legs up and help her finish getting into bed.  Last night, really every night, she says, "I hope you girls never get in this position, to where you have to struggle to get into bed".   I say, Well, Mom, I guess if we live to be 88 or 90 we might have a little difficulty too.  She says, How old am I? I tell her that she is 88.  Oh My Gosh, am I that Old? I tell her that yes she is.   She says,  Well, I told that young man that was here today that I was 18 and he believed me:)  He was 18 too and quite the handsome feller.  Oh Really, I say.   She looks at me with that sparkle in her eye and says,  No, Not really, I was just joking with you:)