We spent yesterday with Mother.
We've decided that the concept of a second childhood is not a myth.
Mother has decided to be two-years-old again.
If you want her to go right, she goes left.
"No" is her favorite word.
She would like to be carried everywhere. Actually she wants to be wheeled everywhere. We have been told by both her doctor and her physical therapist that she needs to walk as much as possible and that she can walk much better than she does for either of her daughters. With us, she pull a poor, pitiful Pearl routine.
She absolutely does not want her hair washed. We have no idea why this has become an issue. I suggested to The Saint that we just somehow dye it purple and red and then the spikes would look intentional. The Saint did not find this amusing.
She has become a very picky eater. Unless it's dessert. (We know that her taste buds aren't as sensitive due to age. I keep saying, "She's ninety. Let her eat what she wants." The Saint has issues with that.)
I have started making a list of things to avoid doing as I age so I won't be a heartache or a headache for my children. I plan to read it every day, like a mantra, until it become engrained.
Baby Girl doesn't think this will work. She has mentioned that I'm already contrary.