Friday, April 15, 2011

You'd Never Know Now My Dad Was the Son of a Very Strict English Minister!

So apparently the alphabet game has a new twist added to it when you are 90 years old, and partially senile. It goes like this. My sister writes down each letter of the alphabet on a notebook sheet of paper, and, in an attempt to help occupy our dad during his most recent recovery time in the hospital, says, "Name a food that starts with each letter of the alphabet."  Blank look from dad.  "Like, this, " she says, "A. Apple.  Your turn. Name a food that starts with B."
Dad:  "Sonofabitch." 
Sister, laughing, "No dad, that starts with S. You need to use a B word."
Dad, "Bitch."
Good thing we didn't state the category as "Curse Words."


Murphyfish said...

Hi Laurie,
Kind of bitter sweet that, though couldn't help but smile at it. Bless you me dear.

Meg said...

This earned a true "laugh out loud" when my mom told the story this week at the beach. Laughter is a good thing throughout this ordeal, no matter how surprising the moments are that provoke it!