One potato, two potato, three potato, four! There is no arguing / discussing with Alzheimer’s. If the potatoes are on the bar top then they must belong there. What preceded that was a tantrum triggered by a helping hand misconstrued as a “threat”? It’s not easy to understand his reality but we try not to question. He is super frustrated with his inability to speak, keep a train of thought and understand just WHAT IS GOING ON??? Every day he slips a little further away; eye contact is hard but he still responds to hugs as long as he sees them coming.