“i see you have some exposed root on that cap. let me test it for sensitivity by sticking some liquid nitrogen on it and you tell me if it hurts.” i should have mentioned that it hurts when i breathe and then we could have skipped that step. by the way, there is still no camera. here is an old picture of the little girl’s hand. she sat on my lap the whole time and made googly faces at the dentist. then she pooped on me.
this weekend i painted the bathroom and suctioned spiders out of cracks in the basement. and while that was fun, the rest of my house seemed to suffer from some kind of rabid entropy. now i have to go clean paint and spaghetti out of the kitchen sink and play diaper soccer. (the diaper pail is outside which sometimes makes for slow migration. unless gideon is close, then i chuck them at his head and he carries them out. like a good boy.)
Jael is so cooy and giggly, because she suffers not from constipation.
Just the thought of going to the dentist makes me crave ativan…