There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.
Conversation in the car, on the way to Mom’s adult day care.
Mom: Is that lady in the backseat (Referring to her caregiver on weekends)?
Me: Nope, she’s at home. She won’t be here until Friday.
Mom: What does she do when she’s at home?
Me: She takes care of her babies (First thing that popped into my head … she has no babies).
Mom: How many babies does she have?
Me: Forty-two (First thing that popped into my head).
Mom: Forty-two! Forty-two?
Me: Yep! Forty-two! What do you say to that?
Mom: I am not saying anything. If I did it would not be ladylike.
Me: Well, if you were going to say something, what would you say?
Mom: Horrors!
(Hold this blog post up to your ear and you will hear me laughing uncontrollably! I just can’t help myself.)
My 91 Year Old Mom 