SP: Good morning, Mom. Happy Thursday!

MIL: Good morning, honey! What day is it?

SP: Thursday, August 15, 2019.

MIL: Omigahhd! What year is it?

SP: 2019.

MIL: Omigahhd! How old am I?

SP: 86.

MIL: Omigahhd! How did I get so old???!

SP: Would you like a cup of coffee?

MIL: What day is it? 

SP: Thursday.

MIL: You know what? Maybe I’d like a cup of coffee.

SP: Coming right up!

MIL: What day is it?

SP: Thursday. Here’s your coffee.

MIL: Oh! I think I’d like a cup of coffee.

SP: Your wish is my command!

MIL: Oh, thank you! You know what, my mind is so blank. What day is it?

SP: Thursday.

MIL: How did I get here? As a matter of fact, I don’t know where “here” is. How long am I staying with you?

SP: You’re in Phoenix, Arizona. You’ve moved here. You walked out barefoot all the way from Florida, and when people would stop by the side of the road and ask if you wanted a ride, you’d say, “No thanks, I need the exercise!”

MIL: *laughing* That doesn’t sound like me. I would have taken the ride!

*awkward pause*

MIL: What day is it?