“I don’t know what’s wrong with the mirror in the bathroom. I can’t see myself in it.”
“Maybe that’s because you’re short and in a wheelchair?”
“I want to know what I look like.”
“We-e-ell-lll, you look pretty much like other women here. You’re little and white-haired and wrinkly.”
“Wrinkled? I can’t be wrinkled! I don’t want wrinkles!”
“Um, I don’t think you have much choice in that one. We all get wrinkles.”
(Grandma shakes her head vigorously.) “No. I don’t have wrinkles.”
(Guffaw. I just can’t help it.) “I’m sorry, dear, but you do have wrinkles. Quite a lot of them.”
“But. . . but. . .” (waves arms around in the air) “. . . but I’ve never. . . stretched my skin out!“
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