you want to stick that where?

Wynston and I made our inaugural trip to the dentist yesterday. My brother went first; he returned to the waiting room with fantastic tales of blue gloves and chair rides and a fun new friend named Mr. Slurpy (he's on the right in the photo above). "My turn! My turn!" I exclaimed. So there I was, having a grand old time, gleefully allowing the hygienist to poke all around my mouth, when Dr. Thomas walked in. I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, but I immediately clamped my lips shut and refused to budge. We're talking hermetically sealed here. Anyway, aside from the fact that the dentist never actually got to see any of my teeth, this trip has to go on record as a resounding success. Seriously...we have the stickers to prove it.