This morning, I have a dentist's appointment. I had asked Grammy if she could watch the kids mainly because I didn't think I could adequately control Second Daughter from the confines of the dentist's chair. I gave the older two a choice: come with me to the appointment or stay and play at Grammy's house.
First Daughter considered for a while, "They both sound like fun."
Surprised, I responded, "You know, you wouldn't be getting your teeth cleaned. You'd just be watching Mommy get my teeth cleaned."
"Oh, I guess I'd rather play with Grammy then."
Now that's a girl who loves going to the dentist.
