Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Raising Ralph Wiggum

Yesterday was the Yoys' dental checkup.  Big E was super amped to go, as he could not wait to tell Dr. H that he had finally stopped sucking his thumb.  Cue the hallelujah music now.  At our last visit, Dr. H made it clear that it had to stop ASAP, as his teeth were flaring out and his mouth was narrowing.

Deterrents included an apparatus he wore at night covering his thumb, bitter paste to put on his thumb, and finally, threatened amputation (my personal favorite).  I showed him pictures of people with messed up teeth to illustrate what he was doing to his beautiful smile.  It turned out, all I needed to do was put away his baby blanket, which was the trigger.  Game over.

Dr. H walked into the room and I could see Big E puff out his chest to relay his big announcement.

DR. H., I STOPPED SUCKING MY THUMB!

The dentist made a huge deal about it, which I greatly appreciated.  Big E received extra prizes when we left.

Not to be outdone, Little E, or should I call him Ralph Wiggum, also had a grand announcement to make.

DR. H., I ATE A COOKIE AT THE MALL.  I ATE AN M&M COOKIE AT THE MALL!

My heart stopped.  I shot Little E a death glance.  Leave it to my baby to sell me out.  I had taken the boys to the mall after camp to kill some time.  And this is the thanks I get.

I could feel my face turn red.  Not only do I give my kids cookies, but I give them candy covered cookies.

I belong in cavity jail.

Not sorry to see this go.  Unfortunately, I have to break Little E's habit, as well.

Little E (the resemblance is eerie, I know)

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