Tonight I had the pleasure of helping my six year old niece eat a lobster. We "shared" the lobster, but I think she ate a claw, part of the tail and a few of the legs. I didn't starve. At one point she handed me a piece of the tail, told me she didn't like it and asked if I would like it. I choose to ignore that it is very likely she put the piece of lobster in her mouth in the process of deciding she didn't like it.
I also had the pleasure of helping my grandmother who has Alzheimer's Disease work on a word puzzle. It is very much like helping a four-year-old with the same puzzle, but it is a joy to help her and to spend time with her. She has no idea who I am anymore, but to be able to joke with her about a misplaced line or make fun of a word makes it seem like, if only for a moment, that she is still my old grandma and that I am just her granddaughter.
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