tomorrow

Tomorrow is the extraction of Little Jay's wisdom teeth.

He's brave, seems fairly unconcerned. The surgeon is good, and it'll probably go quite well.

But still.

He had Invisalign to pull his teeth straight and close the gaps. Crowded teeth don't worry me that much in kids, especially boys. Their gigantic adult teeth grow into their little boy faces and of course it's a bit scary at some point. But their faces grow, and then the teeth fit. But Jay's were spaced out. That wasn't going to go away.

Now the wisdom teeth are coming in and every night he puts in his clear Invisalign retainer and in the morning his teeth are sore--all day the wisdom teeth push them one way, all night the retainer pushes them back again. Plus we paid like a million, five hundred thousand dollars for the Invisalign. Nothin' gonna mess those teeth up now. Oh, hell no.

When John had his wisdom teeth out, back when he was about 17, he didn't have a great time of it, dumb nurses, eventually dry sockets, the whole miserable works. The clinic we went to was the stupidest ever. I was angry.

But anyway, on the way home, we were supposed to get him a malt to drink along with his pain medication so he wouldn't take it on an empty stomach and throw up. With a mouth full of stitches and bloody gauze, that sounded real bad.

We stopped at Burger King, and I was distracted, okay?

John and me, a few weeks before Tim was born

I had babies in car seats in the back ordering cheeseburgers, and I was mad at the oral surgeon. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I looked both ways and then crossed the highway to head for home. John hollered, "MOTHER!" (he's always called me mother even when he used to pronounce it muffer when he was 2 years old) "That's a red light!!" He threw his head back on the seat and said, mouth full of cotton, "I'm under anesthesia, for God's sakes, and I can see a red light!"

Okay, then.

Tonight Dan was here and Tim wanted help with some video game, and truly this is NOT even meant to be mean, but Tim talks funny. He has a deep voice and a very Scandinavian way of pronouncing words with very extra round vowels. Try it. Talk a tad bit slower and very deep and drag out all the vowels in circle sounds. That's my boy. Dan was doing something I sometimes do, asking more and more questions just to hear the answers.

Finally Tim was annoyed and said, "Shut up, you nut-crackin' idiot."


Wow. (I love creative insults, not gonna lie.) Dan took it all in stride.

But then he still wanted help with the video game. Dan put different batteries in and it didn't do much, but nobody could verify that the different batteries weren't dead ones transferred from some other toy. Tim dug in the junk drawer and brought another battery, "This one probably isn't good. It's all moldy."

Okay, that's not mold. Batteries don't get moldy. It's acid. Throw that away.

Ei-yi-yi.

Eventually the game worked with batteries stolen from the Dora game and a Princess game. (Don't tell Julia this.) And they trash talked some more about a light saber duel, a guy in hot lava, and force fields. I finally left. Too much guy talk. Even little b.g. looked like he was listening and taking notes.

Sigh. I hope tomorrow goes well for Little Jay. I'll try to obey all traffic laws. (snort) love, Val