Good morning Everyone!
Bibliophilic Friday will return next week with a discussion of Helen Hooven Santmyer’s And Ladies of the Club, one of my all time favorites, but today I wanted to share a couple of funny stories with you.
1) Anesthesia Amnesia
Kayla has had the same dentist since she was 2, a wonderful woman she trusts. Unfortunately, ever since she was about 7, she also has had to have a lot of teeth pulled. So, while she doesn’t mind going to the dentist to get her teeth cleaned, she always is a little afraid that she is also going to learn that she has to have some more teeth pulled.
Last year, we found out that she needed to have four permanent teeth pulled out to make room for others, and the dentist recommended that we go to an oral surgeon so that everything could be done at once. The other option was to stay with Dr. Miller, and go back twice. Kayla instantly chose to go back to Dr. Miller.
The subject came up a couple of weeks ago, and Kayla started to share the story again. Indignantly, Kayla said, “She was going to send me to someone else who would have given me amnesia!” It was a few seconds before either Mark or I could stop laughing hard enough to explain that the correct word would have been anesthesia.
2) Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head
Tyra also had a moment the other day. Tyra hates to go out in the rain by herself. She will happily go out on a leash with a human beside her, umbrella or no umbrella, but she does not do rain individually. We have accidentally had all three dogs out in a downpour before; Mandy and Darwin come in soaking wet, but Tyra will be bone dry – even if all three of them never left the patio!
We have had a pleasant break from normal August weather, with the temperature getting down into the sixties at night and very low humidity, which means, of course, that the dew has fallen several nights. The other morning, I let Tyra out and was talking her down the stairs. When she reached the second stair from the porch to the back ground, a drop of water from the roof fell on her. She immediately assumed that it was raining and started to turn back around. It took all my urging to convince her that it wasn’t raining and to get her started back down the steps again!
3) Don’t Worry, Be Happy!
Finally, we are always trying to encourage Kayla to dial down the drama she lends to every day ordinary events and I suppose somewhere along the way we have exposed her to the song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” We were driving to Montgomery last weekend, and Mark was getting frustrated because the seat belt kept creeping up his shoulder until it hit his neck, starting to choke him. I’ve been there and done that and it is extraordinarily annoying. As he began to express his frustration, a voice came from the back of the car. “Hey Dad! Don’t worry; be happy.” Of course, we all had to laugh again!
Have a great weekend!
Nancy
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