Your reasoning is flawed

Today was a really hot day.  One of those disgustingly hot and humid days that make you wanna lay on your couch with an airconditioner in your face, ice cream in hand (and mouth).

Bang, crash! I heard the sound of something breaking in the kitchen.

Grandma with the fireman calendar I got her as a joke for Christmas. Except she actually liked this guy.

“It’s all the shaking.”  Grandma said, looking at the broken bowl on the floor.  Grandma wishes she could stop, but she is constantly shaking.  She has t0 have her cups of tea in those insulted cups with lids so she doesn’t spill it all over herself and the floor on the way to her room. “Luckily it was only the one.”

“Why are you doing the dishes Grandma, I’ll do them later.”  I always do them at 5:30 or 5:45pm.  Yeah, I’m an organisational/scheduled freak show.  I know that, you don’t need to tell me.  I even bought a dishwasher so Grandma wouldn’t feel bad about me doing the dishes.  Well, that and I told Grandma that when we moved in I would do the dishes but there were always far too many and I’m used to having a dishwasher.

“I’m just putting away the dishes in the dish drainer.”

“Ok.”

Ugh.  It was so hot.  I wanted to make sure Hannah got enough fluids, so I put some V8 juice in a sippy cup and went to the sink to dilute it with water.

“What are you doing Grandma? I’ll do the dishes later.”

“I’m only doing them because the water is cool.  I’ll get cooler doing the dishes.”

“You’ll get cool if you sit in the playroom with us, in the air conditioning.”

No comment from Grandma.

I put the juice cup under the tap that was filling the sink to do the dishes.  “That’s not cool water Grandma!”  It was HOT!

“Well…”  Grandma didn’t finish her sentence.

“Your reasoning is flawed Grandma.”