Dair and I took a road trip yesterday. We drove to her home in NC to make the rounds and get her hair done. We learned that one of the ladies that she visits in the nursing home was celebrating her 100th birthday, so we stopped by to wish her well.
When we walked in, Buna, the birthday girl, had her back to us and was bent over, placing something on the floor. Dair, who happened to be carrying a walking stick with her, couldn't resist such an easy target and pretended like she was going to give Buna a lick with the cane. Thankfully, she only lightly tapped Buna on the rear. I thought to myself, "She's going to make sure Buna topples over and doesn't see 101."
This morning Dair was relating the story to her grandson, but this version was a little different. She told how Buna was bent over and then said, "And some smart aleck in the room suggested I..." and made the motion like she was whacking Buna her with the cane.
"Oh no," I retorted, "that was all your idea." Dair grinned from ear to ear.
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