Admire my restraint. We went to my grandparents house. Grandma has Alzheimer's, Fiona has a temporary tattoo.
Grandma: Is that a real tattoo?
Me: No
2 mins latter
Grandma: What's that on her arm? A tattoo on a child?
Me: It's not real grandma. It's just a sticker. I'm pretty sure we'd get in trouble for getting our two year old a tattoo.
2 mins latter
Grandma: (In stage whisper to Grandpa) I hope that's not a real tattoo
Me: No Grandma it's not.
2 mins latter
Grandma: I hope that tattoo isn't real.
Me:...................................................
See see! I completely resisted the urge to tell her yes and then create a spontaneous story in which Fiona had too much tequila on shore leave. I'm such a good person.
4 comments:
My papaw has Altzheimer's too and firmly believed I was from the CIA, some to get him for some (dammit) unrevealed misbehavior in his past. I would try to correct him and then finally gave up and would "interrogate" him, which he seemed to love. When I'd leave after a visit, I'd bark "Book 'em, Danno!" and he'd laugh and laugh.
hahhaha!! So sad.. sounds like when I visit Grandpa Ralph
the question "Amy, How old is Luke?" is asked literally every 2 minutes :(
Grandma keeps yelling "Ralph! she told you already!"
Ya don't want to laugh at them 'cause that's just mean but you either laugh or you cry.
The Husband's uncle who had Alzheimer's used to introduce his wife like this:
"They tell me she's my wife."
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