Dot was trying to help me to get Joe transferred from his bed to his wheelchair this morning, which really just means that she was in my way.

Joe was okay with me helping him, but when he noticed that Dot was holding onto him too he said, “Dot, stop! You can’t help me! Not in your condition…”

Dot: “And what condition is that?”

Joe: “You’re pregnant!”

Dot’s eyes got really big, so I said, “I guess that’s news to you, huh Dot?” Dot cracked up.

Joe: “Well I oughta know! I made you that way.”

Dot: “Not for a long time, Joe.”

Joe: “You think I don’t know how babies are made?”

Dot: “I’m too old to be pregnant, Joe.”

Joe laughed, and with a sparkle in his eye he said, “Well I guess we don’t have to be so careful anymore huh?”

Dot rolled her eyes and said, “Oh boy, here we go again…”