Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Which is bigger?

Working in therapy with an 8 year old on auditory processing. I inquire "Which is bigger, an elephant or a penny?" He responds, "Who's Penny?"


Working with a 5 year old patient in therapy he started to whine, "I don't wanna work! I don't wanna do this." I calmly state, "I hope that isn't a 5 year old whining." He quickly replied back, "No, it's the baby across the street."


I was working with a 7 year old patient in our therapy gym: I ask, "What's your favorite music? Head banging rock?"
She replies "NO"
I ask, "Country?"
She states, "NO!"
I question, "R&B?"
She says, "NO!"
I ask, "Hip Hop?"
She said, "NO!"
I ask, "Pop?"
A second patient yells, "I love to drink pop!"

We all start laughing.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Thankful for prayers being answered.

In April of 2009 I was rear-ended. As a result I needed to drive around a rental car for a week. I returned the car and was pretty positive I had taken everything out. Much to my dismay a few days later I realized I had no idea where my tax documents were. Racking my brain and scouring the house, bedroom, and files looking for these documents ended with my thought that the only logical place it could be was in the back of the rental car. Calling the rental company ended in disbelief, evidently they had checked the car over and indicated that there were NO tax documents left in the car. All I could think was that whom ever had cleaned the car had taken my tax documents and now I was vulnerable to ID theft. For nights I had prayed that these tax documents would show up somewhere, anywhere, or be returned to me. Thinking about my information floating in public often left me with a sick anxious feeling. While cleaning today, sorting through a pile of documents that I had sorted through a million times before... there I found my tax documents! THANK YOU!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Arm vs. Baby

While working with a 7 year old in therapy on functional daily living skills, (particularily calling 911) I intentionally fell to the ground and started to complain about hurting my arm. My patient yells out, "I'll call 911. Come with me." She promptly leads me to the therapy room and asks me to lay on the floor. I continue to complain that I'm in so much pain my arm hurts and so forth. She reassures me the ambulance is on the way. As I continue complaining, she suddenly jumps up and runs to my toy cabinet, grabs a baby doll and yells, "Push! The baby's coming!"

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"blew a gasket"

A 7 year old in therapy passed gas. Upon smelling its stench he exclaimed, "I think I blew a gasket."

Tuesday, August 4, 2009


While working with a patient in therapy on question answering I intended to ask him 'What does the wind do?"... but being distracted what I asked instead was "What makes wind?" his reply, "God".