My Dad just called here. Dad is 89 and lives in Florida. He's getting a tad bit senile, which is sometimes frustrating, sometimes leaves me scratching my head.
DH answered the phone and I went in there to take the call as soon as Dad asked for me, as I was sure he would.
Dad asked DH for our address again. The fact that there's no street name in our address, just a county road number, confuses my dad the city boy. DH gave him our address yet again and patiently explained to him what the numbers meant. Then DH asked Dad if he would like to talk to me.
Dad said no, he didn't have time to talk to me.
I'm gonna go pout now. (It worked when I was a kid).
DH answered the phone and I went in there to take the call as soon as Dad asked for me, as I was sure he would.
Dad asked DH for our address again. The fact that there's no street name in our address, just a county road number, confuses my dad the city boy. DH gave him our address yet again and patiently explained to him what the numbers meant. Then DH asked Dad if he would like to talk to me.
Dad said no, he didn't have time to talk to me.

I'm gonna go pout now. (It worked when I was a kid).
