My mom mixed up words sometimes as she spoke. She also switched sounds within words in a phrase. Family members jotted down some of her strange sayings.
The warm washcloth became a ritual, first thing in the morning and at bedtime as I was taking care of my mom. She was confined to bed for over a year, at home under my care with the assistance of my loving wife, Cindy, and Hospice of West Alabama nurses and nursing aides without whom we could not have coped.