Backwards Billy
And the noggin doctor
Stephanie, Dr. Goflenhauser’s secretary opened the door and peered in, “Mrs. Topplewink is here.”
“Ah yes. Send her right in.”
A diminutive woman with pink hair entered the office.
Dr. Golfenhauser stood, “Greetings, Mrs. Topplewink. Please come in and have a seat.”
After shaking hands Mrs. Topplewink sat in the comfy chair in front of the desk and the doctor sat back down in his desk chair then glanced at the file on his desk.
“I’m glad you’re here. I always first consult with the parents before I start any sessions with the child.”
“Well, I’m sorry the boy’s father wouldn’t come. He’s got this crazy fear of doctors. I guess you could say he’s got doctorphobia.”
“Yes, well that’s okay. It’s a common fear and it’s called, latrophobia.”
“Oh.”
“So what is the problem with…” He looked at the file, “your son Billy?”
“Best as I can describe it, I have to say that my boy is backwards.”
“Backwards? How so?”
“Well, you know how it’s normal to be awake for sixteen hours a day and sleep for eight? And how the sixteen hours of being awake is your actual life and when you’re sleeping the…
