Dentist Appointment

Unrelated photo of Braxton on the beach in N.C. --- just bec/ I felt like sharing a picture:)

Little Red Chief went to a dentist appointment at the neatest dentist office . . . apparently EVER.

It had tarantulas, (to which, he replied: “MOM would FREAK OUT!”) iguanas, basketball hoops, and more. There were playhouses and l.r.c. claimed one as his own and told his dad he wasn’t coming out. He did leave his new home at some point because he went to the back rooms and they cleaned his teeth.

According to my husband, (he took six year old and I picked up the teen girls) our little man sat perfectly in the dentist chair. He had his exam and we found out he has four cavities. Frown! The dentist said they had started as two cavities but were between teeth and two quickly became four. He has to go get two removed and two fixed.

The optimistic dad here decided to take l.r.c. to Ranger Joe’s to get a hair cut (where he has always gone) but they were packed. They went next door to the store and the little urchin wanted to buy something. It isn’t a cheap store (it IS for soldiers and grown-ups, after all) but his dad managed to find camouflage face paint and somehow forgot that everyone in this house said to never, ever bring that back. It did cut the store visit to 2 or more minutes so I guess I understand. He got what he deserved though.

Next was a trip to the music store so Blake (too hard to not use names) could check out something for a job he is doing. It was only a few minutes away and when he opened the van door to let l.r.c. out --- guess what color he was? Green, black and brown. He looked like a soldier going off to combat. He had paint all over his face, arms and legs and handi-wipes were dug out of Granna’s van to smear what could be smeared off.

There are some children who don’t belong in some places . . . ever. This particular child is one of the children who shouldn’t be in a music store . . . at possibly any point. There was expensive equipment everywhere and l.r.c. was going from one thing to the next . . . looking, trying to touch, asking if he could play this or try that. His dad said the only one more nervous than himself … had to be the poor salesman who looked like a nervous wreck. No. No way. Someone else was more nervous than Daddy? No kidding! That guy was probably ready to break down and cry by the end of the browsing for father and son.

Finally, they get in the van and made the hour long trip back home. About half way back, Blake’s phone rings. It is Granna. He keeps saying “hello” but there is no one there and he hangs up. Again, the phone rings and Granna is calling again but there is no sound so he realizes something must be wrong with her phone. Then, he keeps hearing a clicking sound and said it sounded like a camera taking pictures. He finally looks back at Braxton and figures out what has been happening.

L.R.C. has had Granna’s phone the whole time and was dialing his dad’s number (he memorized it off of his work shirts) on purpose and then just sitting there. He was completely quiet so his dad wouldn’t realize it was him. Then he decided to take pictures without stopping until his “work” was exposed. He laughed and laughed when his dad realized it had been him all along.
So, that was that.

Today?
He told me on the way home from school that he has friend named, Eunice who is six years old. He said Eunice has another friend named, Braxton, who is six too. His name is Braxton J****** (safety ) and “we all three sit together. I’m in the middle with Braxton J. on my left and Eunice on my right.”

So, there you have it.