The Humor of the Elderly

I just about died laughing today while I was at work. Ollie's back was hurting her pretty bad, so I had her lie down. This presents a much more significant problem than one might think (remember cyclical dementia). Since she can't remember to stay in bed, or why she has to be in there, I have to crawl into bed with her and remind her all the time that she has to stay there and rest. Well, today we were doing that as usual, and she started adjusting her bra, like she always does. Then, she reached over and poked my chest and asked me how I get those huge things to fit into a bra. I told her that I just got the right size to which she quickly responded, "They make them THAT HUGE?" Ahh the humor of the elderly.