
We all have to go back in for cavities. None of us are excited. We are making cavity trips back on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.
Brianna = Monday--She'll do well and we're going to talk about braces.
Me = Tuesday--I'm not worried--maybe I should be.
Tom = Wednesday--This is the one that'll be the real test. The dentist gave me a prescription that will make him really loopy before we go in on Wednesday afternoon and then they claim he won't care at all when I bring him in. He had a hard time heading back to get them cleaned. He looked at me with his giant eyes and was a little questionable. I'll let you know how they go.

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