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."

2 comments:

Murphyfish said...

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

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!