20130929_132923_6_resized_3There has to be something funny about dementia, and here it is: first thing when I arrived at my mom’s facility last weekend, my mother tried to sell me her french fries.

“How much?” she asked me, displaying a cupped hand containing four crinkle-cut fries.  I pulled out a dollar. She glanced at it.

“That’s not enough,” she said.


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One Response to Dementiaville_22

  1. Melanie says:

    Oh, that’s priceless!

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