Are You Brushin' With Me, Jesus?
M. went to the dentist and got a partial crown the other day, which kind of traumatized him although he was able to eat a salad before the novocaine wore off without chewing his lip off by accident.
I am positively dental-phobic and M. and I share a horror of the smell of vaporizing tooth enamel going up the nose, and the sound of the drill. I wish M. had had this picture with him when he went to the dentist. I'm sure it would have helped -- just like the time he stopped by church for a special traveling blessing before leaving the country.
I am positively dental-phobic and M. and I share a horror of the smell of vaporizing tooth enamel going up the nose, and the sound of the drill. I wish M. had had this picture with him when he went to the dentist. I'm sure it would have helped -- just like the time he stopped by church for a special traveling blessing before leaving the country.
posted by PeaceBang at 8:23 PM
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