Well, I'll spare you all of the details, but recently I had to take my 17 year old daughter into the emergency room. Imagine our faces when we arrived and they sent her to the Pediatric side. She will be 18 in 2 months. We got into the waiting room and it would have been pure heaven for a 2 year old. She looked around at the murals and the huge pirate ship taking up half the floor. She muttered, "Oh joy..What should I play with first?" She was not pleased.When they got her into the room, there were more pirate ships on the walls. She still wasnt pleased. We spent all day looking at the decor. Well, all that pales in comparison to yesterday. We had to see a pediatric surgeon. Trust me, I TRIED to get an adult surgeon, but nobody would see her. They all said that they didn't do minors. So, we had to see the "baby doctor."
As we drove up, I hoped it would be plain decor. I was wrong. It was Winnie the Pooh! BOOOY was it Winnie the Pooh. And Tigger too! And kids running around. Oh joy! hehehe They showed us to Room 3 where there was more Winnie. She was silent. In fact, she sat there texting and tweeting on her phone. When I commented that I found it odd that a patient sitting on a Pooh bed would have a Blackberry, she lost it. I had gone too far.
I thought it was funny--was I wrong?

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