The Dentist

After Charlie got out of school yesterday, I took him to the dentist for his 3 1/2 yr check up (sniff, it feels like just yesterday he was only 3). For my kids, they were really well behaved. There was only one  incident, and  I am unsure if it was the behavior or the language. At one point, Charlie ran from the kids play room screaming through the lobby “I love the dentist! I love the dentist!”

He does love the dentist, and the doctor. I know, I don’t get it either. In any case, one half of a couple, who were waiting for their 10-12 yr old daughter to come out of her check up, looked absolutely horrified. Like I said, I’m not sure if it was because he was running and screaming or that his choice of glee was his love of the dentist. The other half of the couple chuckled and said, “When you were little and excited about something, I’m sure you acted that way too.” Then we smiled and nodded.

 

The problem was Rick:

Tilly fixated herself on this innocuous little ducky which she named “Rick.” At which time Charlie kept shouting at her “but our daddy’s name is NICK.” This caused some staring. She was insistent, the ducky was named Rick. Screaming back “No Nick, RICK” and holding her breath. In her 21 and 1/2 months of life (sniff, it seems like just yesterday she was just 21 months), she has never met a person or seen a cartoon with a Rick in it. And at her age, she is not sophisticated enough to make rhyming connections. So, who the F*** is Rick?

Adorable, right?

Except.

The first few months Charlie was in school he talked about “house guy” in class All. The. Time. Oddly, house guy was never mentioned at home. However, he mentioned house guy in school so much that his teacher asked us if there was a man doing work in our house frequently. There wasn’t.

I think in all my classiness I commented with a raise of my eyebrows, “We call him daytime daddy.” We all laughed and moved on.

My kids are making me sound far more exciting (and slutty), than I  am. What gives? It’s a really good thing that Nick trusts me and knows that I am way too tired for an affair.

Posted under Everything else, Funny crap kids say, Uncategorized by Sandee Harned