Pearly whites

Our family dentist is in Indianapolis. When I bring it up in conversation, people usually tell me I'm crazy until I ask them if they've ever been stuck with a bad dentist. Our dentist is full of both common sense and restraint. It's because we ever went elsewhere that Daddy had to get a crown installed while we were home this time. He went with gold; we are trying to encourage him to have it engraved with "Pimp Daddy" or at least "Thug Life".

Isaac got a turn in the chair, too -- his first-ever tooth cleaning. He was totally brave about it and never fussed once, even though his body language occasionally suggested the experience was beyond his comfort zone.





A clean bill of tooth health for him. The dentist warned that he had a bit of crowding that might spell trouble as his adult teeth come in. We'll see. His and Jake's teeth are both perfectly beautiful now, and look very much like mine did when I was a wee person. Here's hoping they inherit my cavity- and braces-free teeth.