I love you too?

The following is an excerpt of a conversation my mother and I had in the car tonight:

Mom (while driving down long, steep hill by our house): "This would be a really great hill to sled down."

Me: "We should do that this winter. Just the two of us, and whatever traffic happens to be over here."

Mom: "We can use greased cookie sheets!"

Me: "Or mattresses, like we did in the dorms."

Mom: "Or I could just pull you behind the car on a ladder!"

Me: "Um, why on a ladder?"

Mom: Silence, sideways look.

Has anyone EVER used a ladder to sled? A ladder being pulled behind the car, for that matter? Aren't these the things moms are supposed to be warning you AGAINST?

Random childhood memory: Unbeknownst to our parents, my brother and I used to pull a mattress off the bed that was in the basement spare room, place it at the bottom of the stairs, and then jump down from the top. The idea was that a. our fall would be cushioned by the mattress and b. because we were small and invincible, we would not crack our heads on the wall above the staircase during the leap. Somewhat miraculously, both of these things came to pass.