Dentist's Pet

This afternoon when Amira came home from school I reminded her that today we had to go back to the dentist to have sealants put in her new GROWN UP MOLARS. She got that "I am going to cry but I don't want to so I am going to hold it in but look really worried and get a permanent wrinkle like my Mommy's in between my eyebrows" (side note, I recall very vividly my first grade English teacher telling me that if I didn't stop squinting and making my worried face all the time, I would have wrinkles by the time I was 30, which wasn't such a big deal to me then, since 30 was positively ancient and who would really care by that point, but 30 is around the corner and darn it if she wasn't right about that. Sigh.) but she agreed to go and told Yaakov to get his coat because we were going to the Dontist (as in Ortho-Dontist). To which Yaakov replied, it is NOT called a Donist, it is called a Dentist. Hee.

She was really brave (of course!) and there was nary a kvetch out of her (yay!) and when we were leaving I told her that I was really proud of her for behaving so beautifully and she told me:

I didn't kvetch because I know it is something that is good for me, even though it tastes like I have sand in my mouth (and made a really lovely gagging face to go with it!), I was happy to do it. I really don't want to get cavities. This is also why she flosses every night.
Thank you Yehuda, Dentist's pet.

Yaakov, on the other hand, threw a fit begging for "his turn." To which Amira responded:
Oh Yaakov, you silly, sealants are only for grown up teeth, you still have baby teeth! And Yaakov promptly burst into tears and cried "But I don't want BABY teeth, I am a BIG boy."

Anyhow, I don't think Yehuda has missed a night of flossing (well, except Friday Night and Yontif, I guess, and I can see that that pains him) since we married. Which, I must admit, sometimes annoys the heck out of me. Not the flossing and brushing, per se, but the never makes a mistake, always remembers everything perfectly (We will have arguments, yes, yes, mostly me doing the arguing, where I will insist up and down that something happened exactly as I remember, but in the end, he is always, always right) never does anything wrong kind of thing, which, when you are as highly imperfect as I am, can grate. But I am hoping that the longer we are married (almost 8 year’s now- wow!) the more like him I will become and not vice versa (except in the area of speed. I am fast. Yehuda is not. I could do with added patience; Yehuda could do with added speed. Combine us and we are unbeatable!). And yes of course, I, too, floss every night. I really don't want cavities.

edit: Ima correctly reminded me that Yehuda does not play basketball slowly. He is very speedy in basketball. Notsomuch in telling a story, though, but after re-reading what I wrote here, who am I to talk really.