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July 17, 2006
Dreaded Visit
In seven short hours my daughter will come face to face with one of my great phobias... the dreaded dentist. She has a condition called Shark Teeth, which is to say she has adult teeth that have come up behind her baby teeth, and her baby teeth refuse to fall out. It is causing her some pain when eating... and for some other kids that would be a mild thing... but when anything comes between the great eating machine and food... it is a big deal.
I will be brave for her, I promise. No fear from mommy. She is a little worried, as when her big brother went to the dental office, he came back numb with a big silver tooth the first time, and the second, with his face packed in bloody cotton. She asked if the doctor would give her a sucker when she was done. Stifling the laugh, I explained to her about how that would be counter productive, but that she might get a free toothbrush. She was less than impressed. "Hey, maybe he will pull your baby teeth out, and you can leave them under your pillow for the tooth fairy!"
"And I can get money?!"
"Of course!"
"Well...Okay.... But.. Does the Dentist have stickers, like those doctors who gave me shots?"
"I don't know sweetie, they might."
"They better!"
Well, hell be damned, I guess they better. Wouldn't want a kid who has had to go without crunchy granola bars and granny smith apples for 2 weeks on your ass for not having stickers in your office jumping your case, now would you? Sounds a fate worse than death. I am sure all will be fine. Maybe I should put some of my stickers in my purse from here, just in case... nah... screw em. I hate the dentist anyways. Will be funny to watch them get their asses dressed down by a six year old.
Posted by TheFreud at July 17, 2006 1:31 AM
