My Afternoon Baby Sitting

I spent yesterday afternoon baby sitting the FIL while Gigi went to the doctor and ran a few errands on her own.

As you recall the FIL in most medical opinions is suffering from either badass dementia of the 1st level squared or some definite stage of Alzheimer’s. The family prefers to keep this about this medically specific to back up their comfort in living in denial.

The FIL has always been a special type person when it comes to social skills. He and a few other family members don’t really grasp the skills needed in everyday conversation. His conversation consists of asking a bunch of “who gives a shit” questions that he always asks then repeating them until the breaking point.

I will give him credit because each series of questions are designed for the person he is talking to at the moment.

Yesterday…..

What was the Panthers record last season? (I answer)

Did they make the playoffs? (I answer)

How man cups of coffee do you drink in a day…1…2…3? (I answer)

What is the most you ever weighed? (I answer)

Did you know 50,000 people died in WWII? (I answer)

How did God judge all those souls? (I answer)

Is you club doing okay? What was the Panthers record last season? (I answer)

Did they make the playoffs? (I answer)

How man cups of coffee do you drink in a day…1…2…3? (I answer)

How many members do you have? (I answer)

When is the last time you played golf? (I answer)

What did you have for Breakfast? (I answer)

Where did you eat lunch? (I answer)

Was it good? (I answer)

What was the Panthers record last season? (I answer)

Did they make the playoffs? (I answer)

How man cups of coffee do you drink in a day…1…2…3? (I answer)

I start texting somebody.

10 comments:

bonnieluria said...

Someday...... could be US!
Hope to have a daughter in law as good as you are.
Those iPhones come in handy, no?

Chief Rock Chef said...

My wife and I are going to pretend to be like that even if we aren't!

One thing - have you given different answers to repeated questions? Does he notice?

My dad has a tendency to tell us the same piece of news over and over again...

My wife and I are going to pretend to be like that even if we aren't!

One thing - have you given different answers to repeated questions? Does he notice?

Jay Gray said...

I would have rather liked to see your actual answers. I was wondering what you had for lunch yesterday myself!

Wreggie said...

That took me a second RC. Funny.

Let's see.... salmon and a lettuce wedge.

Chris said...

I remember mine ;

How do you know Reggie? (I answer)

Are you from Charlotte? (I answer)

You're from Canada, huh? ( I answer)

Have you ever been to Chicago? (I answer)

God bless your FIL. I would take him over some members of my own family. I know at the very least, he would whip me into shape...

What's not to like?

Ali said...

I'm wondering the same thing as Rock Chef - do you ever give him different answers?

And you can always text me if you're squirrely, I'm a text whore.

Wreggie said...

Hey...I'm gonna do it. Okay the Panthers were 2-14. I once weight 500 lbs. I ate frog legs for breakfast with 19 cups of coffee.

terri said...

I thought this post was funny enough on it's own... and then I read the comments!

My husband asks me those "who gives a shit" questions, but he does it on purpose, while I'm absorbed in the blog world, to see if I'm paying attention. I've taken to just saying no to every question, even if it's not a yes or no question.

Hammer said...

My 8 year old does that. After the second round I send her off to play barbies.

Randi said...

Oh. I feel your pain, Wreggie. Here is my usual morning with him:

I like your outfit (I'll let you wear it someday - what I always answer).
I feel like a million bucks - no TWO million.
What is on the agenda for today?
Where is M?(his son)
Did you play tennis?
Tennis is a game you can play all your life.
I bet you miss your girls.
Do you exercise?
What is the most you have ever weighed?

and, like Chris said.......
What's not to like! (by Dick Stern. I told him one time that I would like to slap Dick Stern for teaching that phrase to him.)

Funny, funny stuff!