Edna and Frank had been married for over 60 years. As they entered their golden years, they started noticing their memories weren’t quite as sharp as they used to be.
Edna would frequently misplace her reading glasses, while Frank would sometimes forget why he had walked into a room.
One day, over their morning cup of tea, Edna brought up her concerns about their increasing forgetfulness:
“Frank, dear, I think we should make an appointment to see Dr. Thompson. Our memories seem to be slipping lately.”
Frank nodded slowly. “You may be right, Edna. Just last week, I couldn’t recall if I had taken my blood pressure medication or not.”
The couple visited Dr. Thompson, who performed a thorough examination. After reviewing their results, she recommended a simple technique to help jog their memories:
“Start writing things down as soon as you think of them. That way, you won’t have to rely solely on your memories.”
Edna and Frank thanked the doctor and headed home, determined to follow her advice.
That evening, as Edna was knitting in the living room, a craving for ice cream struck her:
“Frank, would you be a dear and get me a bowl of ice cream from the kitchen?”
Frank poked his head in from the den. “Sure thing, Edna.”
“Frank,” she said, “I think you’d better write that down.”
Frank waved his hand dismissively.
“Oh, pish-posh. A bowl of ice cream? I’m sure even you can remember that, Frank.”
Then, a thought occurred to Edna. “Actually, dear, I’d love it if you added some whipped cream on top.”
“You should write that down, too,” she offered.
“Don’t be silly,” Frank chuckled. “A bowl of ice cream with whipped cream. I’m sure I can remember that.”
Frank nodded confidently and headed to the kitchen. But before he could make it, Edna called out once more. “Oh, and a cherry on top would be divine!”
“Frank , I really think I should write this down,” she said, slightly frustrated.
“Nonsense! It’s just a bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry on top. How hard can it be to remember?”
Determined to prove he could handle the simple request, Frank spent the next half hour rummaging around the kitchen.
Edna could hear the clattering of pots and pans, but she remained patient, confident that her husband would eventually return with her desired treat.
Finally, Frank emerged from the kitchen, presenting Edna with a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and crispy bacon.
Edna stared at the plate, speechless for a moment, before looking up at her husband in bewilderment.
“Why, Frank… this looks delicious, but… where’s the toast?”
