The stone walls create a micro-climate, his flowers there bloom earlier than most other places in town.
In the waiting room, he has a print of the building from when it was still used as a school.
He was my dentist in High School. When I moved back to town ten years later, he didn’t remember me until he saw the inside of my mouth. Now that’s funny!
K enjoyed the toys too much to smile for the camera, but the old desk is in line with the theme.
K had me pack the connect four board. M got in 4 games before it was his turn to get his teeth cleaned.
See the coal door behind our happy, friendly receptionist? She has a phone manner that makes you want to brush your teeth, and (maybe) floss.
After each dentist visit, I drive home a wiggly way so I can admire my favorite pretty house
I especially love the sun carving over the porch.
I drove the kids to the park next. This time I remembered to drive home too. One day I walked home, looked out my kitchen window for my car that was still parked at the park, and thought it had been stolen!
It is so important to take the wiggly way home now and then!
The kids like that house too: though when I parked to take picture, they did get a little worried.
Your story about forgetting the car at the park made me laugh right out loud. It’s exactly the sort of thing I might do!
At breakfast this morning, my eldest asked, “Mother, DID you get enough sleep last night?” I must have used the wrong noun again.
You’re a pistol, Christine! A very comical post! :)
thanks!