Yesterday was my six month check up at the dentist’s office, and I had to bring both girls with me.
I found myself lying on the reclined chair with various metal instruments probing about my mouth. On my face was a pair of what I like to call hillbilly jock sunglasses, only camouflage (I don’t know what else to call these glasses but you see them a lot around here worn by stringy teenage boys, cops, military personnel and anyone else who wants to look fierce), which the dental hygienist hands out to every patient to keep the overhead lights out of patients’ eyes. June was curled up on my lap, quietly sucking her thumb and fondling her shirt while I ruffled my fingers through her hair. Out in the waiting area, another dental technician fed Katie a bottle, cooing and aaahing over her every move. I found myself wondering, at how many dentist’s office would this sort of thing fly: staff taking care of one kid in the lobby while the other kid naps in my lap? And I didn’t even have any cavities.