We went to Fred Meyer this afternoon and I asked Joe to hold Dot’s hand to help her keep her balance until I could find a shopping cart (I have them both hold onto the cart while I lead them through the store so they don’t wander off).

Joe: “But I’m older than her so shouldn’t she be the one taking care of me?”

I smiled and said, “Well, technically you’ll both be taking care of each other.”

Joe thought about it and said, “Alright then…”

He took Dot’s hand and loudly announced to her: “This is going to make it a whole lot harder for me to flirt with the ladies…”

Dot just rolled her eyes.

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