My parents came over this weekend for a short visit. Saturday we went out to eat. Melissa sat down across the table from my father. He looked at her and said, "That's where my wife sits."
Melissa said, "What am I? I'm your granddaughter. She can sit next to me."
We all laughed! Dad wasn't too happy. But he got over it. This is just normal George...since his stroke he has become so reliant on Mom. At times we try to give her space - even if it's just a chair over.