I guess I should have seen it coming what with the walking, running and constant stream of language dripping with an attitude so spicy that it only rivals his mother's... our little boy is growing up: Elliot has his first dental appointment this Friday.
We help him brush his teeth nightly and look for remnants of that night's dinner as a way to keep him engaged. It's not at all uncommon to hear "Oh man! Did you have broccoli tonight???" from the bathroom around 8:15 p.m. followed by a giggle. I told him the dentist would probably do the same. Look around, count his teeth and maybe even brush them.
Elliot stared at me, wheels turning.
Then he grinned, saying "I show da dennis waffoles in my teetf!"
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