Dentist

We all made it to the dentist office this afternoon. Taylor, Matthew, and I all get our pictures on the wall for our stellar teeth, and Natalie has to wait her turn till tomorrow to find out her fate. I didn't go with Natalie to the dentist, but instead came later after work. It's amazing to me that Natalie would dare to venture off into such a situation by herself. (It's late and I'm tired. The previous sentences don't make much sense.) If Natalie ever dies leaving me to raise the kids alone, you can expect the kids teeth to go south quickly.

Matthew was the most difficult one. Natalie was pro-active and picked up a prescription to get him loopy for the visit, but he has a very high metabolism, and he pretty much shook it off. At least the Doctor was able to get a good look at his teeth and they seemed fine. That was our days experience, and no, I didn't get any audio of it. I forgot to take my zoom to work, and I was cutting it too close to stop home before going to the dentist. There's always six months from now.