In other news, teeth
ARR got the second batch of fillings today. He did really well overall--he didn't complain or whine on the way there, and he was cheerful and cooperative until they tried to apply the gas. Which he really, really didn't like and suddenly turned into a barnacle. (Not a whiny barnacle, or a fighting or screaming or crying barnacle. Just wide eyed and glued to me.) We finally managed to coax him into lying down, and then I read about ten books back to back while they put in four fillings. He did great. Stayed still, didn't complain. Burst into tears once it was all over and he was back on room air, but really, he did ok. We sat for a long while as he periodically started wailing again. (He'd calm down, and then touch his numb cheek and burst back into tears.) Poor kid. It's not easy having dental work when you're so little. He'd managed to bounce back enough a couple hours later that I took him back to school.
I had to change every piece of clothing I was wearing because I'd adrenaline-sweat through everything.
I had to change every piece of clothing I was wearing because I'd adrenaline-sweat through everything.

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*hugs to you and AAR*