Pediatrics Internationale

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Brooklyn, a sign appeared one day outside a pediatrician’s office: ‘Pediatrics Internationale.’ A delivery driver muttered under his breath as he parked his truck nearby, ‘What kinda name is that for a kids’ doctor?’ Inside, everything was spotless and professional—except for the framed poster on the wall: 'World's Best Pediatrician' in six different languages. The delivery driver shook his head with a smile and whispered to himself, 'Next time I’ll just say it’s an international clinic.'

2. At dawn, when most New Yorkers were still dreaming, a delivery driver pulled up to Pediatrics Internationale with an unusual package. The receptionist looked puzzled as she unwrapped it—inside was a tiny teddy bear wearing a stethoscope. The receptionist smiled and placed the bear on a shelf next to other toys. Later that day, a regular patient found it and asked if it could be his new friend. ‘Of course,’ said Dr. Greenbaum, ‘but remember, he’s not just any teddy—he’s our very own Pediatrician-in-training!’ And so, every morning since then, the little bear has been checking up on patients while waiting for his big debut.

3. In a sleepy town in the Midwest, a little boy named Max started coming home from school with strange stories. Every afternoon, he would rush inside, exclaiming, ‘Mom, there’s a doctor talking to animals!’ One day, his mom decided to investigate and followed him discreetly. Turns out, Max was visiting an old pediatrician who had a peculiar hobby—talking to his pet parrot during check-ups. The doctor believed it calmed the kids down. When asked why no one else noticed, he shrugged, saying, 'Well, it's just us bird lovers!' Mom smiled, knowing now where her son got his imagination.

4. At night, when Pediatrics Internationale closed its doors, a mysterious voice began making announcements over the intercom. "Your baby's crying because it's hungry for adventure!" It only happened once or twice a week, but everyone who heard it swears they saw a shadowy figure darting between rooms. One evening, a delivery driver heard the voice and rushed inside, thinking there was an emergency. He found nothing but empty hallways, except for a note on the counter: ‘Sorry for the scare—we’re just testing our new nursery rhyme playlist.’