“Do you want me to take her for a short walk?” Eldest asks.
“Yeah, she needs to be on the leash. Just down on the court. But I’ll have to come with you in case she poops. I have to clean her off. You don’t seem like you’d be up for the task,” I say.
“Thanks. You’re right.”
“Of course, when I’m old, I’m going to be making you clean my butt,” I add.
“You know? That sounds more like a DAUGHTER job,” he says.
“A butt is a butt is a butt,” I say, thinking that if there’s any kid that’s going to park me in a nursing home, it’s Eldest.
Here's me and the patient. She's sporting her posh pirate pillow rather than the cone of shame. This quite expensive article seems to do as well as the cone. And she is much happier with it.