Bow Tie o’ the Day got us booted out of the Care Center. While I was yammering away with Mom, Bow Tie grabbed Mom’s wheelchair, and snuck it out of her room. I heard a commotion in the hall, and when I investigated, I saw a herd of nurses trying to wrangle Bow Tie as it sped the wheelchair up the hall and back. I gave Bow Tie THE LOOK, and it came right back—bow hung low in complete contrition. I’m a good forgiver, but Bow Tie is still gonna be grounded.