When I took Dad to the doctor the other day, I caught a terrible cold. Coughing, Sneezing, Fever, Sore throat, the whole bit.
I asked Edna to take Dad out to dinner last night and the night before, since I would rather eat poison than give Dad my cold.
Who is it that is taking me out to dinner? Dad asked.
Edna. I replied.
That's right. He covered. My memory is just so bad. He said glumly.
Look at the bright side. It's like you are dating a new woman every night!
Well, that sounds good. He said with a big smile.
For someone who has not had a date in over 40 years, he sure is a hopeful little fellow!