More Fun!
Thanks for coming back, friends. I’m happy to have shipped off prize packages to the first two Great Good Winners, and happy to have collected a couple of weeks-worth of Paul- and Ivy-related links and stories. Stuff That’s Great Good has been fun so far, at least for me.

Life or Art?
The whole idea of this blog series was to find and share things from Real Life that dovetail with Ivy and Paul’s quirks and interests, as revealed in my book The Great Good Summer. That means I’ve done posts on road trips, and space, and middle names, and even why only children should own dogs!

The Dreaded Dentist
But today, instead of going out to the interwebs to find you stories and links, I’ve got a personal tale to tell — and it’s one that would make Ivy both cringe and laugh.

One thing we find out in The Great Good Summer is that Ivy’s got terrible, cavity-prone teeth — and she’s not a fan of the dentist.Well, last week my younger daughter spent some time in the dentist chair herself — having her wisdom teeth pulled. It’s been a rough few days of pain, soft foods and chipmunk cheeks.

But I thought, to keep things fun for my pal Ivy, that I’d share a few of the best lines captured as my girl emerged from anesthesia:

“I just want to be free! That’s why I came to this country — to be free!”

“Did you know they took my feet? They took my feet. That’s why I don’t have feet anymore.”

“Why are you holding an orangutan? Why did you get an orangutan without me? I wanted to help pick him out! I wanted him to be named after me!” (This one got particularly funny after my husband said, “We did name him after you — we named him Willa!” and she said, “Well THAT’S not very creative.”)

It should also be noted that during most of this nonsequiturial discussion, she thought my husband was Obama. So. There you go, Ivy. Teeth.

Share and Win!
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