I went to the dentist for the first time today (so he could check out my broken teeth). His name was Dr.Silver man and, YUP, he was Momma's dentist when she was little. She told me she was kind of hoping I wouldn't have to meet him for another year though...and that it would have been under different circumstances.
He remembered how Momma broke her teeth when she was younger and he had to fix hers. He told her not to feel bad that I was just trying to be like her.
He let Momma sit in the chair and hold me on her lap. He looked at my teeth and poked around a bit, and I didn't really like it. He is going to fix my teeth next time. Great.
He remembered how Momma broke her teeth when she was younger and he had to fix hers. He told her not to feel bad that I was just trying to be like her.
He let Momma sit in the chair and hold me on her lap. He looked at my teeth and poked around a bit, and I didn't really like it. He is going to fix my teeth next time. Great.
Yes - those are tears in my eyes. But look! They gave me a way cool beach ball.
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