Pick Right Back Up

Our husbands were dental school buddies. 

They were sort of forced into friendship because they had some key things in common. 

1. Both old as crap, in comparison to all the other freaking babies in their dental school class

2. Both LDS, and old as crap. The only other LDS classmates were just home from their missions because they were just freaking babies

3. Both dads of multiple kids, because they each were old enough to have more than one kid

Because of their forced friendship, the friendship of us wives was natural.

And then our babes' friendship was inevitable.
We had kids similar in age and they got along well. Like really well. Plus their kids weren't little stinkers, bonus. (Can't say the same for mine.)

And this weekend, it was just like the good old days. We were able to pick right back up where we left off 2 & 1/2 years ago. 

Husbands, good buddies.
Kids, best buddies.
Wives, just the best of the best.

Rust and Starvation

In all seriousness he said to me, "Doesn't metal rust? I'm going to die from rust poisoning."

And then when I offered McDonald's with a play place - to distract him from his certain death because of this newly placed RPE (Rapid Palatal Expander) slowly poisoning him - a new fear popped in his head.

"Mom. Honestly. I can't swallow. I physically can not swallow ever again. I'm going to die of starvation."

A day later, he's had smoothies only and soft bread.

He's not as concerned about the metal anymore, as I explained that dentists take every precaution to ensure they don't put harmful metals into a body, when trying to help their patients. I reminded him he could ask his dentist father this too if his concerns continued. He said, "Oh yeah. Dad would know. Good idea."

One day at a time for my logical and worrisome boy.

Man, I love him. He's just the cutest.

DENTIST DADDY

"Mom, can we please see daddy's office? We haven't seen it yet and Jocelyn got to a long time ago, so really it's not fair," begs Afton. 

"Yeah mom. Come on," whines Jack. 

Ugh. My children are spoiled and entitled little punks and I'm to blame.

But how cute are they sitting in their daddy's operatory?

Pretty stinking cute!