Old men

So I'm taking turns with my family staying with my papaw because he had a couple strokes and can't live by himself right now. He's doing really well, and I thank everyone for all the thoughts and prayers for him! He cracks me up though...for example, this morning before I got to his house, his nurse visited him. She put a huge band-aid on his hand b/c he had a small cut. Wouldn't you know, he talked about this bandaid for the first 2 hours I was there! After going on and on about "why that nurse would've done such a thing" he ripped it off his hand, lifted his arm in the air and while waving it around said "woohoo!" You know how old men have that typical stubborness (is that a word?) about them. The next big event that happened was another nurse was coming over to give him a bath. "Well why are they doin that? I don't guess I need anyone to do that...maybe to wash my face, but I don't want them washin down there..." OH LORD, papaw! I finally was able to talk him into letting this nurse give him a shower, and he did...after telling her 50 times in a row not to get his butt wet...LOL! I love my papaw. He was really glad to see Peyton and I today. The last time I went to visit him he was in the hospital still (recovering and doing therapy) and he was super grumpy and very stand-offish. But I was really glad to see him in a much better, yet still stubborn mood! He told me stories about living in Hawaii for a year (he was in the army), how a few years ago he broke his leg at my cousin's basketball game, and about how good "that black nurse" took care of him at "that place o'er there I was at" as he says. :) It's just nice to spend time with the old men in our lives sometimes!