Life with Papa the Gremlin

Dear Papa Pals,

Just a little while ago, I was assisting my father-in-law into the truck.  (The truck has a step and is easier for him to step into than squat to get in the car.). Papa reached behind him, grabbed his 'ass', and then told it, "Ass, get in the truck."

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing as he stood there squeezing his butt through his jeans and fancy pants, our phrase for adult diapers, waiting on his butt to put him in the truck.  I choked on my mirth when I realized he forgot how to get in the truck and really expected his butt to get him in the truck.

I swallowed hard, and gave him step by step instructions on how to get in the truck.  To lighten the mood and get the lost look off his face, I said, "You need your legs to get in the truck, so next time, tell your legs to move your ass."

The lost look fell off his face as he let out a guffaw.

About fifteen miles down the road, he guffawed again.  When I looked at him, he said, "I have to tell my legs to move my ass."

We laughed, then.  What else could we do?  Live well and enjoy those little moments.

Move Your Ass,

Carolyn Haven