Lynn's Comments: When I was researching wheelchair living, I was told that anyone who used someone's wheelchair as a carry-all was insulting the occupant of the wheelchair. Can someone out there tell us more about "wheelchair etiquette?"
Lynn's Comments: My boyfriend and I used to line up around the Stanley Park road with the rest of the couples and fog up the car windows. One night, just as we were getting serious, there was a knock on the driver's side window.
Lynn's Comments: The officer who knocked was about my dad's age but obviously used to dealing with amorous kids. We were grateful to be allowed to go home with nothing more than our supreme embarrassment.
Lynn's Comments: This again is based on a true story. When my brother was about three, he swallowed a dime.
Lynn's Comments: In a panic, my mom called the doctor.
Lynn's Comments: She was told to wait; that the dime would be "returned" in due time.
Lynn's Comments: My brother produced the dime in a few days, and after my mom washed it off, we saw that it had turned blue. The chemicals in Al's stomach had coloured the dime blue! He was so excited about this that as soon as he could find another dime...he swallowed it!
Lynn's Comments: My husband was good with kids—as were his staff. One day a mom wanted to be in the operatory with her son because she was sure he'd be too afraid of the dentist to be there alone. Everyone told her the kid would be fine, but she insisted. They let her stay. Everything went well until my husband was about to do the first injection, and the mom, in a loud sing-song voice said, "Here comes the NEEDLE!!" Well, the kid jumped out of the chair and headed for the hills. After that, parents were not allowed in the operatory!