I had a dental checkup this morning; we’ve been going to the same place for the past five or six years, and I love the whole staff. The boys actually LIKE going to the dentist! You can’t get a much better recommendation than five kids who enjoy dental visits.

I have only had two cavities in my life, that I can recall, but I admit to being an awful flosser. I just don’t like doing it; it makes me gag and hurts my gums. I have been blessed with healthy teeth and gums, though, because my hygienist praises my “home care” at every checkup.

This morning was particularly funny (to me, at least). I confessed to her, yet again, that I still don’t floss, and she quipped, “Well, God must’ve known that you wouldn’t have time to, because he blessed you with healthy gums, anyway!” It made me laugh in that gargly way that you do with a mirror on a stick in your mouth. Later on, she held up the floss twirled around her fingers and said, “This is floss. You’re going to get it twice a year, whether you like it or not.” LOL! I love her sense of humor.

Also, I joked with No. 3 before I left this morning that I thought it was unfair that grownups don’t get a treasure box prize when they go to the dentist, and he huffed and said, “Well, they should!” I told the hygienist, and guess what – I got a lovely plastic ring to model for him when I get home.