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! 😀