Macho Man and Doctor Mom
And the beat goes on . . .
Grandpa asked me this morning if I like being married to “Macho Man” (his name for, Eric, our son, before he left for WA, and his new name for, Robert, my hubby, his new caregiver.
I just laughed.
Then he said, Yeah, “Macho Man” is married to “Doctor Mom,” who is me of course.
I Heard Something, But It Ain’t Christmas
Grandpa’s serenading us to “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day” on the piano.
It’s October.
The Throne Room
Every morning Grandpa gets messages from the Throne Room (heaven) and the Dome Room (his brain). First thing when I open his door, he’ll say, “I got a message from the Throne Room!” And I’ll say, “Oh,oh . . . look out!”
Today’s message: “You can’t say ‘I Can’t’ to the Throne Room!” Think about it. We do that quite often, don’t we?
Prunes and a Tight Ship!
Grandpa:”I need “three” prunes!”
Jill:”You’ve been leaving one in the dish every day for the last week. I’m only giving you two.”
Grandpa:”I “NEED” three prunes!
Jill:”Only if you’re going to eat them. I don’t want to have to go to the store any sooner then I have to. I run a tight ship! You were in the Army…I mean Navy…I mean Air Force – don’t “mess” with the mess hall! If you want three prunes, you’d better eat them!”
