Last year at a holiday party, we were given a holiday bingo set. Zibbi LOVES playing this game. I am
all set for retirement, with all this practice. Recently, we ran across another BINGO set at St. Vinny's
with letters, which seemed perfect for helping to learn the alphabet. After playing it once, we ran into a bit of trouble the second game as the markers kept falling off of the card. Finally, I suggested we put the cards away for now and try again another time. Zibbi quickly agreed. Then she said with a sad sigh, "I'm just going to sit here and not feel excited about anything."
A few weeks ago, at dinner time, Zibbi stood up from the table and said, "I'm shaking my butt for good luck," which, of course, elicited a great deal of laughter. So today, I as I cleaned the kitchen, I tried the same routine. Zibbi, straight faced, told me it wasn't very funny. I inquired if the humor was gone because it is no longer surprising. She said no, it was because the joke didn't work with pant
pockets.
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