Ginger wants her teeth back

I don’t live near enough to my grandchildren to watch them grow-up. Thanks to their mother’ phone calls and e-mails I keep up. She writes that the 3-year-old recently had her first cavities filled. The pre-schooler bravely fasted from 7:30 the night before her appointment until after her 10:30 a.m. appointment.
She was calm and cooperative throughout the procedure – until she got in the car and the numbness began to fade.
The child did not like that feeling. She did not understand it. She screamed, “Mama! Take me back to Dr. Benoit! My teeth hurt! I WANT MY CAVITIES BACK!” Her mother distracted her with TV and liquid food until she finally fell asleep. Two days later she woke up free of pain; once again her happy, bouncy self.
Her little brother is pretty bouncy himself. He acts like clown and thinks its funny to climb on the table where he waves his hands, smiles broadly and stomps his feet. HE also likes to jump on his bed, flop down on his tush and shout “AhhhBooom!” The other day he entertained his father when they were out in the backyard blithely doing “Ahhh-Booms” with only a diaper to cushion him.
Their car did an “Ahhh-Boom” of its own last week. As my 3-year-old granddaughter says, “our car went into the mini-van and pushed it away. The tow-truck came and up-up went the car and took it away and it was busted!”
“We went home in Ms. Rose’s car. And our car is busted!”
Since she was in the car with her dad when it happened, she asked him numerous times to get into another accident. She had safe, cushioned, “Ahhh-BOOM” in her car seat.
Little brother and big sister had several less destructive encounters after he discovered her favorite doll: The one she kidnapped it from my toy cupboard shortly after his birth.
She calls the doll, “My boy.” The pre-schooler does not like to share her boy with her brother — not even if he did find the doll lying in the dirt after she left it to go play.
Last week, their mother e-mailed her solution to their squabble over the doll: She bought a small soft-bodied baby doll with eyes that open and close for her one-year-old son. He love to poke its eyes awake. He holds it like a football and calls its ears, “eyes.”
After I read that e-mail. I went to my toy cupboard and pulled out the replacement baby doll. I will save it for the new baby expected late this summer. I can do that much to help out.


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