“My daughter was on stage. I was in the audience. She was so cute, dancing, in a pink leotard. Then her classmates joined her, even the boys, even the teacher, all in leotards. They joined hands and danced in a circle as a piñata dropped from the ceiling, singing a Beatles tune. Then a crash off-stage; they all turned, screamed, and ran off the other way. A fake ox came out - it was two boys. They bowed and the curtain closed. What does it mean, doctor?”
Dr. Joyce looked over her notepad. “That you should lay off the NyQuil.”
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