This morning I flipped through the latest art book to come home overnight. Pages and pages of happy teeth. They’re going to the dentist, yay! Then I get to my son’s. My son who, by the way, has had nothing but lovely experiences at the dentist.
I’m torn between laughing my ass off and wondering what the implications of this are, anxiety-wise. But mostly right now I’m laughing my ass off. That is the best SAD AND ANGRY expression I’ve ever seen. LOOK AT HIS MOUTH.
I love my kid.
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