Slick, meet Slicker

I thought I was so slick. So smart. Yeah, it's like that for people who don't have dementia but take care of people who do.

I had carefully hidden all sharp items in the house. Knives, scissors, pens, screwdrivers, forks, umbrellas. Even my electric toothbrush was tucked away.

And then I woke up one morning to discover that Martin—who by now was deep into the abyss of Alzheimer's—was smarter, slicker, very resourceful and proud as a peacock that he had found a way to open a can of soda.

Today's lesson? Never, never, never underestimate them.

Never.

Today's second lesson?

They have Alzheimer's. They're not stupid, stupid.