Take him home..

I got an email from an older relative yesterday titled (I kid you not) "What are cookies?"

It turns out that the computer had told her something about "enabling cookies" and thus this was a computer question and not a food question, but I sat there for a moment just staring at the screen, reading and re-reading the title.
Frightened to open it for fear that upon reading it I would learn that she had lost her mind.

The little "dance" of this, complete with the train of logic I started following for her having lost her mind is now humorous to me.