Our usual routine at bed time is that I lay out dad's jammies for him and then while he is changing I turn down his bed, get his denture cup ready, and put the clothes he has taken off either in the hamper or back on a hanger (this helps to prevent him getting dressed in the middle of the night). Last night as we were going through the routine, dad was very appreciative of all I was doing for him and after thanking me for taking care of his dentures, he asked me if I'd marry him. I reminded him I was his daughter and that might not be a good idea. Then after we said prayers and he was getting under the covers, he asked me if I was going to sleep in his bed with him. I told him, "No, my bedroom is upstairs." To which he replied, why go all the way upstairs when there's a perfectly good bed here. Then after I reminded him I was his daughter, he said "Oh, then I'm glad you realize that's not a good idea."

Mickey's Memories...

Last night Eli and I needed to make a quick run to WalMart for a couple of things and as we were walking past the air freshener Eli said, "We are almost out of fufu."

When Eli came home with me once, before we were married, he overheard dad call the air freshener fufu and it stuck...sad part is, now dad doesn't know what your talking about if you call it fufu.

Sunday Morning with Dad...

Me: Good Morning Dad. Time to get up and get ready for church.

Dad: Oh, today's Sunday?

Me: Yep, and it's time to get ready for church.

Dad: I don't think I want to go to church.

Me: Why not?

Dad: I just don't want to.

Me: Ok, well it's time to get dressed. Want me to get your white shirt out for you?

Dad: Oh...is today Sunday?

Me: Yep.

Dad: Are you going to church?

Me: I thought it might be a good idea.

Dad: Ok, let's do it!