“Where’s my meat?” I asked my husband Jim when I returned to the dining table.  The hamburger that had been on my plate was gone.
“Don’t look at me,” he remarked.  “Look at Mother!”
Sure enough, my mom was happily munching my hamburger, having finished hers.
This became a challenge at meal time.  Mother might finish something she liked, then look around for more, not realizing my plate or Jim’s wasn’t a platter for her to select from.  This also became a problem at the nursing home I used for day care. She either helped her neighbors cut their meat or took it for her …read more