Pantsy & cavaties

So Lola has a new nickname. 

Roman gave it to her and I have caught him calling her it quite often these days.

It started with him calling her Underpants or Underpantsy - and they would both laugh like you wouldn't believe.

Now he has shortened it to just Pantsy.

I think it's oddly cute.

:)

Yesterday we took the kids to the dentist.

All because I thought a part of one of Romans fillings had fallen out.

I was praying it wasn't another cavity but I knew either way he'd need another filling.

So we go and Roman has the time of his life.

You couldn't tell just by looking at him but then he'd keep saying things like...

"I love it here so much! I'm having so much fun!!!"

Then Mr. Dentist comes in pokes around and the following convo ensues.......

"So.....he has eight cavities."

"Eight?!"

"Are we brushing?"

"yes! everyday!"

"maybe not long enough?"

"I have him brush then I brush for him right after"

"hmm well yeah those are eight definite cavities - not even maybe's"

And then I hung my head in shame.

I felt so guilty.

We should have been brushing 6 times a day....

I have horrible teeth and so does his dad is it genetics? Did I screw my poor innocent kids over with my cavity prone teeth?.....

No more sugar. Ever.

And then I headed off to the store for more toothpaste, more floss and some floride rinse.

Stupid dentist.