Matching metal

I admit that my youthful years of dental work have left their mark on me. And I mean literally. I have about as much metal in my molars as I have enamel. I know, sad but true. I always told myself that I'd encourage my kids someday to really take care of their teeth. Well - sometimes it's not exactly in our control.

Emmett's first dental appointment was a nightmare. However, his next few went so well, I thought they'd switched kids on me. Today proved that I still have the same kid. He got a lot of metal in his little baby teeth. Let's all remember our last Novocaine shot. Those things HURT! It's odd to see metal in his little molars. I mean their the size of large pencil erasers! And won't they fall out anyway!?!

When I picked him up after preschool we compared metal. He pointed out that I have more than he does. So I told him that if he takes really good care of his teeth, he won't have to go through more mornings like today's. He promptly said "but your's are shiny". I don't think my point sunk in. Ok, let's go eat a jolly rancher or something!

(kidding folks!)