Joe and Dot’s daughter came over the other day and dropped off a few photos from her son’s wedding.

Dot was so excited to show me the pictures when I got here this morning, so I sat at the kitchen table with her and Joe while we looked at them.

When it was Joe’s turn to look, he got a little bit confused…

Joe: “Hey Dot, you’re in this picture!”

Dot: “Yeah I know. So are you.”

Joe: “I am? Where?”

Dot: “That’s you sitting right next to me.”

Joe: “Is that right? I’ll be darned…it IS me! Where were we at Dot?”

Dot: “We were at the wedding.”

Joe laughed: “Are you pulling my leg Dot? Don’t you think I would remember being at my own wedding?!”

Dot: “It wasn’t our wedding. It was Aaron’s wedding…”

Joe looked like he was about to cry: “Hey wait a minute… I thought you were married to me!”

Dot: “I am married to you! Aaron is our grandson…”

Joe laughed again: “Oh yeah! Aaron…that’s right.”

Dot: “He got married a couple of weeks ago, and these are the pictures from his wedding.”

Joe looked confused: “Was I there…?”

Dot pointed at the picture: “Yes, you were there. See? You’re in this picture standing with the bride and groom.”

Joe looked closely at it: “I don’t think that’s me, Dot.”

Dot: “Of course it’s you! Who else would it be?”

Joe: “This is a picture of an old man. I’m not that old.”

Dot: “Yes you are that old. You’re 92!”

Joe gave me a look that said, “Will you get a load of this crap?” Then he explained, “Dot, when we were married I was a young man.”

Dot: “Yeah, you were young then. But now you’re old, and so am I…”

Joe: “Well I’ll be damned…How the hell did that happen?”

I piped in and said, “It happens to all of us one day, Joe.”

Joe grinned: “Yep. I suppose you’re right about that…”

Dot: “Do you want to see the rest of the pictures from the wedding now?”

Joe: “What wedding…?”