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…?”
Joe and Dot 