Dental Drama

I told you all that the kids both had dentist appointments on Monday. As usual, things went fairly bad for Buddy.

The thing is I take them to the very best, most gentle and caring pediatric dentist in the area. I've often told them that if I had them for a dentist as a child, I wouldn't be afraid of dentists today.

But, Buddy has several loose teeth and when he has loose teeth, he tends to slack on brushing around them. Therefore, his visit involves much more scraping than usual and this causes him to be upset.

The dentist recommended one of the sonic or battery operated toothbrushes for him.

After his appointment, I explained to him that the dentist doesn't make suggestions to insult him, but that dental care is extremely important and if he didn't take care of his teeth, he could get an infection or abcess and that could lead to MORE problems that are much worse, including death.

He seemed okay with the explanation and really upped his effort to keep his teeth feeling all nice and smooth. We went by Kroger yesterday and looked at the SpinBrushes. These sell for about $8, which I felt is reasonable, especially if it helps him brush better.

One model was opened already and I picked it up and pressed the button to turn it on and see how it worked. We checked it out and then I pressed the button again to turn it off.

Only, it didn't turn off. I kept pressing and still the dang thing just kept whirring around.

I chose a different model and left the vibrating thing on the shelf. What was I supposed to do???

As we meandered away, an employee came down the aisle. She walked passed the vibrating toothbrush, but then doubled back and picked it up (it was LOUD!). We tried to act all nonchalant about it and just kept moseying away.

About this time, she was holding the toothbrush and coming back down the aisle, saying "Carol...." She walked by us briskly and we turned the corner as I said, "Kids, let's just get out of here."

Well, Buddy and I just found that hilarious. We laughed about it all the way home and we laughed about it again this morning. I just love it when my 12 year old son and I can laugh about the same goofy stuff. Instead of being embarrassed by my dorky self, he GETS it.

He looks so much like me - he reminds me so much of myself at that age too. I hope we can always laugh about the silly things in life.

I remember when Sissy was born and we were all goofing around, singing the Diarrhea Song (some people think it's funny, but it's really green and runny) and making up our own verses. Buddy looked at me and said, "Sissy doesn't stand a chance in this family." It does look like she has inherited the same Casa Evil Twin brand of humor, so I think it'll all work out!