The thing that I love about working with the elderly is that they are, for the most part, blatantly honest. Why lie when you're 97 and just don't give a hoot anymore about what people think?
Last night I was transporting residents up and down in the elevator to and from dinner. One of the ladies who is still aware and sassy to say the least looked at me and said, "You've got muscles!" Her surprise was evident and quite funny.
I laughed and flexed my arms to the delight of the other commuters. "I do!" I said.
"That must be because you have to lift all this dead weight. Dead weight. Get it?" she chuckled.
God bless her.