Do you know what’s highly embarrassing and likely to cause you to think you must be one stoopid mama? When you check out one child for school to go to a doctor’s appointment only to find out when you arrive at said doctor’s office that you’ve brought the wrong kid.
Oh yes I did.
The doctor’s office that we just so happened to be visiting that day was technically our dentist (Dental Depot of Highland Village), and thank goodness they have a sense of humor because bringing the wrong kid to an appointment was just the beginning of my embarrassment. At our next appointment, the following conversation took place:
My son: “Look! I got a wiggly toof! See!” (as he proceeded to put his hand in his mouth and move his tooth around)
Dentist: “Oh, I see! So does the Tooth Fairy come visit you at your house?”
My son: “Yah, I love our Toof Fairy!”
Dentist: “What does your Tooth Fairy bring you?”
My son: “Money! Well, actually sometimes she brings me candybars. She brought my brudder a candybar!”
By now I had my hand to my face.
Dentist: “And that’s why I will always have a business.”
Apparently our tooth fairy is one bad, bad girl. Stoopid tooth fairy.