I was pretending not to listen to a conversation between a mother and her daughter who were mere feet away in another hospital bed. The daughter was spoon feeding her mother liquids.
"I'm 10 years older than her," the mother said, talking about Brendan's grandmother, who was directly across from her in a hospital bed of her own.
"How old is she?" the daughter asked her mother.
"But you're 78."
The conversation lagged. More liquids were slurped.
The mother caught my eye. "Is that your grandmother?"
"She's my husband's grandma," I replied.
"How old is she?" the mother asked.
Looks like Emilie wins another round of "Who's the oldest person in the room?"