At least the problem didn't stay. Not today anyway. This is how it always is with Gummy. She might be chatting with no idea who I am to the point that she denies knowing me, and in her next sentence she'll announce something like, "This is my daughter-in-law, have you met her?" She might say it to my daughter, or my husband (her son), or she's even been known to add something inappropriate like, "She's a—slut," to which I like to add, "That's why your son married me. I'm just like his mother."
Gummy gets that jab by the way. It makes her belly laugh.
It's a questionably polite way of reminding her I'm married to her son.
It's also a satisfying way of saying, it takes one to know one.
Just kidding. Gummy is a sweetie, but dementia is a bastard. Sometimes she likes to point out that although she's the one with a memory problem, that I forget things too. I always have, and of course she remembers that. I'd like to point out that although Gummy has the memory problem, she's not the only one who gets to use inappropriate humor. I've always done that too, and when she forgets, I helpfully remind her.