15th July
2009
I could never figure out why he’d ask if we need 3 or four glasses when it was only the two of us.
Last night I finally got it – asked him “to get the glasses” and he brought 2 but said, “Is 3 correct?”
“Show me three, Wayne.”
He pointed to the top and bottom of each glass, counting one, two, three, four.
“Oh, I brought four.”

The mind is such a mysterious piece of machinery…