As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, my grandma has a form of dementia that inhibits her motor functions. To help keep her clothing from becoming too messy at mealtimes, she has a bath towel that has been fashioned into a bib. Today, during one of the times she was wandering around the house, she went to the table and looked at her bib.

“You don’t need that yet; it’s not time to eat,” I informed her.

“I think,” she said, “there’s a fairy or something. Because every time I look at this, it’s clean!”

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that one of the people who come in the morning probably cleaned it.

Now I know that you’re never too old to believe in fairies! 😀

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I'm random, quirky, just a touch sarcastic, and a geek. I make crocheted animals/creatures/monsters, mostly of my own design. I don't really know what else to put here. I'll probably write more about myself in the blog. This is like a relationship: you can't get to know everything about me in just one sitting! :P

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