Call It What You Want...

That's what Mark told me today at lunch. I'm not sure why. I mean, the guy who installed our new water heater (that would be Tim) -- he's amazing. The pediatric dentist and hygienist -- they're amazing. Mark, shortly after a temper tantrum? Not amazing. Mommy, for not hauling him to his room and locking the door? Yeah, maybe.

Tim got the hot water heater installed last night so I could have a shower this morning AND do dishes. Hurrah and hurrah. Praise and glory. All sorts of gushing in his honor. I am just happy to be able to bathe.

Mark got to go see Dr. Chad again. (No pictures of the cute dentist this time; sorry kids.) Dr. Chad was very impressed with Mark's good teeth. I think he'd already done a bunch of fillings this morning. He actually carried on a little about how nice Mark's teeth look. Perhaps there are a bunch of other three-year-olds running around our town with cavities and drinking pop and sugary drinks and not brushing their teeth every day. Adam also charmed the hygienists by saying "Brush" a lot of times. They gave him a toothbrush too, even though he didn't have a checkup. (That front bottom tooth, supposed to be the first to erupt, finally came through, so I stopped fretting.) Adam sat and watched as Mark had his checkup -- in the big boy chair, no less, with sunglasses on -- enthralled. He got rave reviews for being sweet. Both boys gave Dr. Chad high fives and Mark gave him a hug too. I like taking Mark to the dentist. It's an ego trip to hear him praised. (That, and I told Dr. Chad that my husband had his first cavity when he was 30, and Dr. C said that when I turn 30, I might have one too. Oh yeah, right, but go ahead....)

I hear questionable noises from the living room where both boys are and I am not, so I'd better go see what's afoot. Oh yeah, and eat some lunch. Boys are done with that, of course.