A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
At the Doctor's
While waiting for the doctor to come into the exam room, I was trying to keep Mom and Pop amused. (think 4 year olds) So after playing the third round of I Spy, I was well into my second chorus of song and dance to Father Abraham had Seven Sons. The doctor walked in grinning at the entertainment. His statement that Pop had lost 11 pounds since last year was alarming and he said we should try supplements to increase his calorie intake. My Pop, who can’t hear thunder, asked, "What is he saying?" I said, "The doctor is going to write you a prescription to get a banana split at Dairy Queen." Pop was delighted and the doctor said, “Am I the best doctor or what!!"
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