I haven’t written funny things my Dad has said lately (he’s suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease) because, well, the funny moments are becoming increasingly rare. Dad continues a gradual slip into, hmmm, let’s call it a second childhood. Or maybe toddlerhood? But this conversation is one I’ll always remember!

Dad: “So when is that um, ur, uh?”

Suzanne: “My book?”
(Note to reader: I’m getting good at figuring out what Dad is trying to say so I can supply the right words.)

Dad: “Yes! When?”

Suzanne: “End of June.”

Dad: “I might have to buy a copy.”

Suzanne: “Maybe I could have the author sign it for you.”

Long silence.

Then Dad burst out laughing.