dentist: I shudder to think of taking the lentil to the dentist. He already freaks out just driving past the Indian Hospital, I can't imagine how upset he'd be with latex-clad strangers sticking their fists down his throat. That would put him over the edge. I hear they have a loooooong waiting list, so maybe i should just get him on the list and hope that he's matured enough to handle it when the time comes.
tonsils: I had mine out when i was 17 and it was pretty painful. I was on pain meds for a few days and was out of school for a week. That was the only time I've ever been under general anaesthesia, except for getting my wisdom teeth out. I hated the surgery more than the recovery. I remember having to stay in the recovery room until I'd pee'd and pooped. At 17, that was a major intrusion. That, and having the MD come up to me as they were wheeling me into the surgery and informing me that I had a yeast infection. In front of everyone. Like I didn't know that. And all I could think was "what does that have to do with my tonsils????"
death: the lentil isn't really aware of death yet. We talk about it sometimes, but he still freaks out about snowmen melting too, so I hate to tell him that people (and fish, and hamsters) go away to a place that they can't return from. A few months ago we had this great conversation about the cemetary, where he informed me that people are put underground in the cemetary after they die, but I'm not sure he understood the whole process. I'm sure it will be something that will come up soon enough, and until then I'm not going out of my way to edumacate him about it.
beth- I'm so sorry about your lip. Add that to all the other discomforts of late stage pregnancy and I'm sure you're a joy and a treasure to be around.
Take care, little lip. You'll get your chance.
Miss Juice, that's a great haiku.
The lentil moved into his big boy bed the other night. Did I mention this? He was ecstatic. And he hasn't fallen out yet, but every night he kicks off his blankets and wakes up freezing. Sweets seems to think it's better to be awakened than it is to turn up the damn heat, so I let him do the night stuff. this evening we had a conversation about whether the lentil would go to bed without a nighttime diaper. At first he was all for it, but when we were in the middle of discussing the logistics of it all (you go to bed, but if you have to pee you have to call us and we will take you to the bathroom. no peeing in your pants!) (which he basically does anyway), right in the middle of this very important conversation I think he was concentrating so hard on peeing that he peed. As luck would have it, I'd already put him in his diaper for the night, so it was a simple clean up. After that, we all agreed that it just wasn't the right time just yet.
Apparently I had a lot to say! Now time to fold clothes and watch a movie.