I'm dusting one of Grandma's fake plants. It's about five feet tall and at least 25 years old. Who knows the last time it's been dusted. It seems to have a never-ending amount of leaves and they all have a solid layer of dust that I'm trying to vanquish.
I'm pretty over this stupid plant and say to Grandma, "You need to take a hose to this thing!"
She replies, "Yeah, I keep forgetting to water it."
Uh oh. This is really bad. Does Grandma really think this plastic monstrosity and dust factory is a living plant? Is that a vision problem or a dementia problem? I look over at Grandma, in her usual spot on the couch. She has a mischievous grin and is practically convulsing trying to keep a straight face! I start laughing, then she starts laughing.
"Dad, did you hear this comedian? Tell him your joke, Grandma."
Grandma is cracking herself up. She can't even repeat her punchline.
"Tell him what you said. It was funny."
Somehow this encouragement gets me a swat for being fresh, which only makes her laugh more.