Joe needs a lot of proof today that he is, in fact, in his own home. So I showed him the large, framed wedding photo of he and Dot.

Joe: “Well you could’ve just made a copy of that and hung it in here pretty easy…”

I helped him to get dressed then and took him outside to show him the address on his mailbox.

Joe: “Well, that’s my address all right, but this sure as hell isn’t my house!”

I pointed out that his family name was actually hanging from a hook above the front door.

Joe: “What the hell are those folks doing putting MY name on the WRONG house?!”

I was starting to run out of ideas, so I just redirected him back into the kitchen where Dot, and his breakfast, were waiting for him.

Joe walked through the door and he was very surprised to see Dot sitting there.

Joe: “Hi Dot! Where’d you come from?!”

Dot: “Good morning, Joe.”

I finally convinced Joe to sit down and start eating his breakfast.

Joe said, with a mouthful of Cheerios, “What I just can’t figure out is, if this is my house, the house that I built with my own two hands…why can’t I recognize it?!”

Dot: “Oh Joe, just eat your breakfast!”

Joe was getting frustrated: “Can someone at least tell me how the HELL I got here?!”

I laughed and said, “Well I’m not sure what to tell you, Joe. Maybe you dreamed that a spaceship dropped you off here!”

Joe just about fell out of his chair laughing: “Oh no, it was nothing that extravagant! Bart must’ve dropped me off in his Chevy.”

I poured him a hot cup of coffee and that’s when he noticed his favorite mug.

Joe chuckled: “Well, this MUST be my house because my NAME is on my coffee cup!”

Why didn’t I think of that?!

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