Spitting

Dad has always spit. One of my grossest childhood memories is of one of our lo-o-o-o-o-ong car trips. Dad would roll down the car window, spit, and roll it back up. This was before electric windows were common. On this particular trip, Dad was getting tired from the long drive. He thought he had rolled down the window, so he turned his head and spit. He hadn't rolled down the window...

With this as a background, Dad had something of a base for telling my husband that he had "always spit on the floor." Even though he practiced spitting in the trashcan that night, the lesson didn't stick. We've had to clean the floor around his chair fairly often. Now it is getting to be an everyday thing. I tried fussing at him again tonight. The last time I checked on him, he was holding the trashcan and spitting into it. I guess we'll know in the morning if it made any difference.