Will I really need THAT much help?

I hope this isn't a sign of things to come... although he has been right before with some other very strange tidings...

me: " Will you guys take care of me when i'm old and grey? Will you help feed me when I need help eating and push me around in a wheel chair?"

z: "yeah... like when you need help with your fork because it's too big and your hand can't reach it... (motioning with his hands to show a fork the size of the milk carton)... we'll screw it down for you so you can use it... no, we'll take it back to the store and get you a smaller one".

He just cracks me up. Having a conversation with him is always an adventure.