We are done with self-serve in the dementia ward. I have shop-vac’d the last box of cereal up off the bedroom carpet.
Half an hour after I cleaned up today, I took out all the food not in the refrigerator. Don put on a hoodie, with the hood over his head, looking like a punk. He then defiantly marched into the kitchen and took back a box of cereal. If I wasn’t laughing so hard, I would be planning a reconnaissance mission to recapture the box of cereal.
Note to Self: I guess I got punked.