Thursday, January 20, 2011
You Say Potato
I had to take #7 to the dentist to have an achy tooth filled. Nothing triggers more "Mom guilt" in me than having to get dental work done, it's so expensive, it's terrifying to a child and makes me regret every sugary treat I ever gave them.
Making it worse, when #7 had been to the dentist not many months before taking x-rays had been difficult so we had given up because we couldn't see any outward sign of trouble.
So I'm sitting in the dentist office feeling guilty and resenting the inventor of Fruit By the Foot, looking at #7's sweet face as he sat excitedly in the exam chair with a Horton Hears a Who paper towel chained across his chest. "Mom," he says, eyes sparkling at the thought of this new adventure, "I hope they give me a new teeth brusher!"
"You mean tooth br..." I start to correct his English. Then I realized...
He's not this guy.
So maybe I'm the one mispronouncing.
And, maybe the guilt can go too. I bet this guy never ate a Fruit By the Foot.