...walk into a bar. Not really, but it was worth a try.
Friday morning I had a dentist appointment. As I reclined in the chair with rolls of cotton, dental instruments, and a suction tube in my mouth, I came to the realization that in addition to having excellent fine motor movements, dentists really need to have the gift of gab as well--a proclivity for storytelling. In that respect, it certainly helps if they have children that do or say remarkable things. For instance, my dentist's seven-year-old son recently reported that a friend at school had asked him, "What does your dad do?"
Dentist: What did you tell him?
Dentist's son: I told him you're a dentist.
Dentist: What does your friend's dad do?
Dentist's son: He's a liar.
Dentist: He's a liar?!
After some follow-up questioning, the dentist-father discerned that his son's friend's dad is actually a lawyer.
Nothing more right now because I'm exhausted. Two days of attending a conference, and one more to go. Who knew sitting on one's duff for hours on end could be so draining?
hahahaha! I used to tell people my dad was a "lion". Lawyer is just something tots can't relate to.
ReplyDeleteah, cutey-patoies say the darndest things.
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