Lucky number? My age? Number of pets living in my house?
That would be the number of cavities my dentist found between three of my children last week.
I have no idea what the problem is. We brush twice a day with Hershey syrup and rinse with Kool-Aid.
I know it's not customary oral hygiene but at least no one (except my husband) can blame it on the incredibly weak enamel they must have inherited from their mother.
So, this fine, fine morning, I accompanied Tee and Graham to the dentist for some good old-fashioned drilling. They got little toys, happy juice, some laughie gas, and I think a Margarita, frozen, with salt. Oh, nevermind, that was me.
While they were having their "sugar bites" filled on their baby teeth (a.k.a. teeth that will fall out within the next year), I went into the bathroom and flushed some money down the toilet just for fun because, you know, that's what I like to do.
Then, on the way home they looked so pitiful I got them each a strawberry milkshake for comfort.
Will I never learn?
Sadie goes in next week. She'll be sedated so the recovery should make for some comedy. Sadie on tranquilizers: I can't wait to write about that.
Olivia on the other hand had zero cavities. She got 30,000 cool points for that! Fo' shizzle.