6:30 pm: Anna and I ask G to come to dinner with us, but she complains that she can't swallow and that we may as well leave her at home, where she will try to get some water down. As she protests for twenty minutes, and makes groaning noises that she can't swallow, she moves closer to the door and has Anna put on her coat for her.
7:20: We get to the restaurant and they must have been expecting us because they had a huge jar full of dum-dums. I gave a butterscotch one to G and she popped it in her mouth and wouldn't take it out until her dinner arrived. Even when she ordered her food, she had it in her mouth.
7:40: She insisted she wouldn't be able to get any food down and ordered soup and started coughing after the first bite. But, when I gave her a lot of my lobster ravioli, she ate every bite. Plus she ate at least three pieces of bread with olive oil and balsamic dipping sauce. But she wouldn't touch the soup after the first bite.
8:30: Anna ordered dessert for Grandma and Grandma gave her the dirtiest look--one that she usually reserves for me. But when dessert arrived, she ate the whole thing and part of mine as well. After dessert, Grandma snagged five more dum-dums on the way out.
All in all, Grandma's "swallowing" problem mostly seemed to be a reason to be picky about her food. And I got to enjoy an evening where she didn't like Anna and I could do nothing wrong. It was fun.
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