I'm missing my little ones. Grandma and Grandpa have lovingly offered to watch them while we are away. I know that they will be well cared for and have a great time. But it's quite strange not to have those three in tow. I think each of the big girls shed a little tear as we drove away. What can I say? We love each other.
So tonight (or should I say this early morning) I'm remembering with a smile our sweet Joseph and his commentary on the dentist this week. He had to have two baby teeth pulled because the adult teeth came in behind. I paid the extra for the nitrous oxide. I don't want my boy to have dentist trauma at age seven. His perspective is one of a kind. Listen to this:
(On the way there) "Mom, are they going to give me a shot?"
"Probably. Does that worry you?"
"It only worries me if I don't get a prize from the treasure box."
The dentist came to tell me that all went well. In fact, Joseph had been done for some time. "I think it's taking him longer to pick out a toy than it did to pull his teeth." Yep.
(On the way home)
"Mom do you want to feel my chin? It feels like a big, fluffy pillow. He told me that it would last for two whole hours!"
"I felt like I was flying and my tummy tickled. But my hands were tingly. That was weird."
"I could hear it when he pulled my tooth. I could hear it REALLY LOUD in my ears. It sounded crunchy."
"You should have seen that dentist. He looked so white all over. That made me smile."
"I do NOT like the way my face is buzzing! This is the longest two hours of my life!"
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