Oh sweet boy... I will never be done apologizing for the outcome of your first trip to the dentist's office. You were actually excited! Posing as we walked through the city...You lookin' handsome as always...You waited like a champ, you hopped into the dentist's chair like a champ...opened up like a pro! And then we were told that you needed FOUR ROOT CANALS AND CROWNS! Every once in a while, Man, you would say your teeth hurt. You never really complained about it though, so we'd just go and brush your teeth - I thought it was something sweet being stuck or something. No! FOUR of your teeth were ROTTED! Oh you have no idea the guilt. I'm so so so so sorry for whatever the hell it was that made this happen.
And so...you got laughing gas (!!! whimper...I can't believe this is real...) and you talked about being a clown..."a rainbow clown" as the laughing gas set in... They wouldn't let me be in the room, which means I lost my mind with worry and want to be with you. I bought you a milkshake, and came back and got you...We drove home, and you fell asleep in the car, so I drove around with you back there. Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry. You did wake up saying that your teeth feel much better! Ugh. It kills me.
You wanted to go to dance, so off we went... You had a great time, your teeth look fantastic, and I swear you're talking more and better...
Listen to you sing Twinkle Twinkle! God I love you.
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