So, Mom was sitting on the couch last night when she suddenly asked, "What day is it?" Sometimes she asks, sometimes she just guesses and sometimes, when she guesses, she guesses right. Last night was an ask.
My brother and I both said in unison, "It's Monday, Mom."
She said, "Really?" and I said "Yes. You had French toast for breakfast, yesterday, remember? Which makes yesterday Sunday and today Monday."
"Monday."
"Yep. All day."
Well, I wonder how that happened?"
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