The Doctor and a Player Piano

    My seven-year-old, Dr. Jones, wanted to see where I work.  So the other day I brought her to the hospital.  We each got a strawberry frappuccino, sat by a beautiful wall fountain in the arched lobby, and watched the player piano, playing itself.
    She suddenly snuggled into me, and looked up, petrified.
    "Mama, this is a hospital?"
    "Yes."
    "A lot of sick people come here?"
    "Yes," I replied.
    "A lot of people die here?"
    "Ummm, yeah, I guess so," I said.
    She slowly turned to the player piano, still playing by itself.  "Do they always come back to play the piano?"
    I nearly spit out my frappuccino, laughing so hard.
    Kids are darling.