fun with grandpa

The other day as I walked into Grandpa's I heard Dad say to him, "Kerri will get your pills."  Dad left and a few minutes later Grandpa told me, "I need my pills."  I was a bit confused, because he usually has his pills with breakfast. 
"You need your pills?" I asked. 
"Yes," he said.
"Have you had your breakfast?"
"Huh?"  (confused look on Grandpa's face now, too)
"You usually have your pills with breakfast.  Have you had your breakfast?"
"Yeah, I had my breakfast," he said, still confused.
"Well, did you have your pills with it like usual?  I don't understand what pills Dad was talking about."
"I need my PIL-LOWS," Grandpa said.  Poor man.

Today he needed a paper clip.  "Do you have some in your desk?" I asked, walking over to his desk/secretary - like a roll-top desk but not rounded.
"Yes, on the right side."
I looked around and eventually found them in a small jar on the left side.  I took out a paper clip (but Grandpa didn't see that), held the jar up, and said, "Do you want me to put them back where I found them or where you thought they were?"  (We can be very Type-A.)
"Huh?  No, I need a clip."
"Yes, but do you want me to put the rest of them back here, or here?" I said, pointing.
"No!  I want to clip these two papers together."  (an article onto a piece of white paper)
"Yes, but what about the rest of the paper clips?"
Chuckling, but also trying very hard to remain patient with me, Grandpa said slowly and clearly, "PICK. UP. THE. JAR. AND. WALK. OVER. HERE. AND. PUT. THE. JAR. DOWN. HERE. PLEASE," as he pointed to a tray by his chair.
I laughed and said in the same way, "I. KNOW. I. GOT. THE. CLIP."  I showed it to him and put it on his tray.  "I'M. TALKING. ABOUT. THE. JAR," I said, holding it up.
By then we were both laughing, and I don't know where they ended up.

He clipped the papers together, then he asked me to cut off the extra white paper around the margins.  (See?  Type A.)  He said, half-serious/half-teasing, "DON'T. CUT. THE. ARTICLE. IN. HALF. CUT HERE," he said, pointing, "AROUND. THE. ARTICLE."
"I'm going to go get the scissors and bring them here so you can watch me cut it."
Grandpa smiled, sighed with relief, and said, "Yes."
I returned with the scissors, picked up the article, and pretended I was about to cut it in half.
"No!!!!!!!!!!!"

We keep each other mentally fit.