She's Still Got It

My usually reserved 93-year-old grandmother has always been something of a flirt around men. Her increasing dementia hasn't stopped it. In fact, after we'd all had ice cream yesterday, I left the room and she had my husband all to herself.

When I returned, they were smiling and my husband was laughing.

"What did I miss?" I asked them.

She smiled coyly. "I said, 'Now my lips are all sweet and I don't have anyone to kiss'."