The boys and I had a trip to the dentist last week. It was Griffin's first visit and he held up like a champ, jumping into the dental chair and opening his mouth wide without a trace of fear.
He never ceases to surprise me, my third child.
At one point the hygienist was making small talk with Griffin and asked, "Wow, you are the third boy? That is a whole lot of boys in one house."
"Yes it is!" Griffin replied with a wide grin.
"Does your mom ever get confused and call you by your brothers' names?" The hygienist asked.
"No, she doesn't," Griffin said as he shook his head, "But she sometimes calls me by the dog's name."
The hygienist burst into laughter when she caught my horrified face. Mother of the year.
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