Oy

When my mom goes off the rails, she always wishes dementia for me.  Statistics say if I live to 85 I have a 50/50 shot so she may be right.  And then she also on the flip side tells me how I better hope that the littles will take care of me.  And so it goes.
That said.....the little woman pops up with what will I be like when I get old.  Will I be like Grammy?  I ask for clarification.  She is worried that I will be mean like her and say horrible things to children.  Now in her mind she means her.  Naturally she hasn't put that together that if I get dementia and she takes care of me, it will be when she is a grown up.  What a thing for a six year-old to even be worrying about.
I just told her that if it happens it won't be for a while and I have no idea how mean I might be. Oy.  Dementia is a cruel harsh disease.
On a side note, I did finally get Mom a new cell phone.  Just a flip phone that I put a few numbers in for her.  Didn't spend a lot because she will lose it in a week or two.