Grandma puts her slip on over her dress. My mother whispers to Grandma, "A slip is underwear. You need to go back into the bedroom and take it off."

Grandma takes a pair of scissors and cuts the straps on her slip. It falls to the floor. She announces, "Well, I solved that problem!" Actually, I think it is a pretty smart move.

I try playing cards with Grandma. She keeps saying, "Fish," and putting all her cards in neat little piles.