1 11 2007
My Father is Shrinking
Dad was always stubborn, but Alzheimer’s has added a new level. According to dad, he has worn a size 36 pant for 60 years. He has never worn anything bigger than a 36 (I may have believed this if I had not seen pictures).
But why argue, right?
So, anyway, a while back, I decided that instead of with my dad wearing 36” pants that cut off his breathing, I would just cut out the tags so he had no idea he was wearing 38s. So, I have found that with dad, once we like something (the way pants fit, a particular food or brand of juice, etc.) we stock up on that particular thing so there is no guessing games with any future purchases.
Well, for Christmas, we got him 4 pairs of the same pants (38 waist so he can breathe) and I promptly removed all of the tags.
Dad came into my office this morning, and with a puzzled look, proclaimed, “I must be shrinking.”
He was standing there, wearing a giant pair of pants that were about 6” too big in the waist and 4 inches too long.
I guess when I grabbed the stack of pants at the store there was an off size mixed in with the other three.
I just looked at him and said, “the diet must be working”.