nurse: lil, lil… how was your lunch?
little tobin: good… (pensively forming a thought) but the service sucked…
daughter: (i just realized i was the service…)
resident on unit: hey guy! guy! … hey guy!
daughter: (tap on my shoulder behind me…)
resident on unit: hey, hey guy! are you the one who brought me the ice cream last week?
daughter: noooo, i don’t think so…
resident on unit: wait, are you a guy?
daughter: nope, i’m sure not…
resident on unit: well, then obviously you didn’t bring me the ice cream… why didn’t you just say so!
daughter: (beyond no clue what to say… but once again, must grow out this hair!)
(recent thought that popped into my head…)
daughter: why can’t my mom just be a normal dementia patient?…
(something has run horribly amok if this is what i wish for these days…is that even a thing?!)
little tobin: listen! you are crazy… i’m a jerk… but thank god we still have OUR LOOKS!
daughter: hallelujah!!! (hands in the air, whoop whoop!)
(a spot on observation by little tobin…)