Keep the dentist away....
posted on: 01:16 PM September 10, 2007
Last night we were trying to get our kids into the bath.
I don't know about everyone else, but getting my son to the bath requires a boatload of patience, bribery and some major cardiovascular activity. Trying to get him to sit still enough to take his clothes off, well, its an artform that I've clearly not yet mastered.
Somewhere during this process, he stood on his sister's bed as I tried to peel his t-shirt off. I guess he figured he needed a break after shedding one article of clothing, so he started jumping and flopping around on the bed. To give you a mental picture, his movement was similar to what a deranged walrus might exhibit. After bouncing around on this stomach for a while, I heard:.
LeeLee: Ouch, ouch OUCH, I've hurt my back.'
Me: 'What happened?'
LeeLee: 'I hurt my baaack, ow, ow. Mommy, I need to go to the............ dentist! OWWW, OWWWWWWWWWWW!'
Me: 'Honey, what is the dentist going to do?'
LeeLee: 'He's going to cut out my brain.'
Me: 'Goodness, why is he going to do that?'
LeeLee: 'To fill my head with candy'
Me: 'Oh, of course.'
I'll have to make sure I remember to discuss this procedure with Willy 'Brain Surgeon' Wonka DDS at our next visit.
