As a dutiful Janet, I've been filling out forms for Dad. Not sure if he can't be bothered filling them out, can't see to fill them out, or has a hard time understanding them.I filled out a form and brought it back for his signature. Showed him where I needed his John Hancock and handed him a pen.
"Isn't there a way you could sign my name so we didn't have to do this?" Dad whined
"Yeah, there is."
"How?"
"The only way my signature would be accepted as yours, would be for you to give me power of attorney."
I heard crickets.
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