I got to ride my scooter to the library today, and when i filled the gas tank it cost me 3.20. Used to cost two bucks way back in 20o4 when I got it, before I had two children! I love that scooter, and today is gorgeous, probably 70 degrees out front. If I wrote poetry I would write an ode to my Kymco, how awesome to tool down the street
Rowan chipped a tooth last night by swinging on a swing and colliding into part of the swingset. I missed it of course, and he came crying with blood coming out of mouth, (not a lot) and I just feel so terrible. If you know me at all, you know how my interactions with the dentist are never pleasant. It's not the dentist's fault, its just my terrible teeth. In any case, since I found out I was pregnant with Rowan, I have continually begged the powers that be that these children get GEORGE's genetic makeup for teeth. And my heart just sinks thinking about taking him to the dentist and his tooth getting rotten or something because he damaged it swinging into a pole.
The zinc paint/color on the pole is on two of his teeth (!) blech. I have been planning to take him to the dentist now that he's almost THREE!!!! on Friday, and I am just so unhappy to have a real reason to go there.
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