Love those teeth

I really love those cute little spaced-out teeth. Today those teeth had their first cavity filled. (I know, what kind of mom am I when my son has a cavity before he is 5 - whatever) The owner of the teeth was a superstar, a champ, truly deserving of the Jordan's he wore. He rocked the nitrous oxide and kept raising his arms and asking "what are you doing to me" which slowly turned into "whudooonma". He seriously rocked that laughing gas. The cavity was so small (see not so bad) that the nice dentist man said he didn't have to numb him if I didn't want. "Whatever you think" I replied. So there sat my big man watching Scooby-Doo, sucking up the good gas, having his tooth drilled (with no novacaine) and he didn't move a muscle.
I left the dentist with my chest puffed out, very proud of the boy with those cute little spaced-out teeth.

I just heard Eli ask Blake "want to play dentist? I went to the dentist today and I was very happy."
Yep, a very "fun" kind of happy...