Mom, a non-driver for her entire life, reads signs out loud to us—one of her favorite pastimes while riding in our car’s backseat next to her walker. (My sweet mom’s hearing is a little decreased, too). #caregiver
Here’s a portion of our conversation on the way home from the restaurant tonight—
Mom: “Pick and Pull? What’s a pick and pull. What do they pull?”
Me: “Car parts, people pull car parts off of a damaged car and put it on another one.”
Mom: “Oh. People do that? Hmm, ‘Cook’s Collusion’ is that a restaurant?”
I twist in my seat belt and just catch a view of the sign. “No…that’s a car repair shop.”
Mom: “What did you say?
Me: “I said—”
Mom: “Why would cooks collude?”
My husband clamps a hand over his mouth. (Laughing at your mother-in-law is risky behavior).
Me: “It’s called ‘Cook’s COLLISION for car accidents.”
Mom: “Oh, collision, not collusion. And Cook must be someone’s name? That makes more sense.”
There you have it, a wrap up of our evening adventure.
E.V. Sparrow 