Abigail called me into the piano room saying, "Doctor, you need to come check on my horsey."  She led me to Michael who had straightened a paper clip that he had wedged between two of the ivory keys on the piano.  He was struggling to get it out.  It took me about a minute to work out the paper clip without breaking the keys.  I called in Tara to show her what had been transpiring with her prized baby grand piano.  She then also noticed crayon markings on about 7 of the ivory keys.  Michael proudly owned up to the authorship of this "art work".  I came back with a paper towel and Goo Gone.  Each time I pushed down on a key to scrub it, I played a note.  For a while Abigail and Michael laughed as I "played" the piano.. Finally, Abigail realized that I was off task and said, "Doctor, you need to come and check on him.  His legs are not working.  When I come back I want to hear good news.  I'm going home."  I thought, "Boy, this is exactly like being at work!"

by Coley