A Day of Robert

Yesterday I had the distinct pleasure of taking young Robert for his first filling. That's right, we had a cavity. I say WE, because there are few things that can make me feel like a failure as quickly as a dentist pointing out cavities. It is MY job to brush teeth, is it not?! He's only had that tooth for 2 years! And it's already got a cavity?! ARRRRGGGHHH

I will say though, I wish I could go to Dr. Joe for all my dental work. You watch movies on the ceiling through the entire exam. And the big bonus? The SCENTED nitrous gas. You get to pick your scent! That's right, strawberry, orange, banana or plain. AND you get to take the scented mask home with you. Words cannot describe my jealousy...

After the 'happy gas', movie and cavity filled, Dr. Joe, of course, scooted on out. Robert says, "Where is Dr. Joe?"

"He had to visit other patients."

"I love Dr. Joe."

I think we've had enough happy gas.

Then we went to pay for our $38 of nitrous and Robert hugged and kissed every hygienist and receptionist in the place. He did that the last time we were there too, so I can't really blame the gas.


Later that day...

"Robert, what should we have for dinner?"

"Turducken. I think we should have turducken."

Let's pause for a minute for those not familiar with turducken. This is a series of de-boned birds (turkey, chicken and duck) layered with stuffing then SEWED together. There is no chance in *bleep* of me making turducken.

"Mommy, it's easy. You just salt and pepper and then tie the legs up."

Clearly, watching the Cooking Channel is making more of an impact than I could have imagined...


EVEN LATER that day...

We are doing some yard work/gardening. (And by we, I mean me, with 2 children throwing dirt and running naked through the sprinkler.) I dig a root up, and show Robert.

Robert says, "OH MY God. Oh MY God" Obviously, he's playing with emphasis.

Me, "Robert, don't just yell God's name for no reason. If you want to talk to Him, talk to Him but don't just keep calling His name."

Robert, "Hey God?! I have something to tell you..."

I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, but I'm going to assume it had something to do with a root.