I've been putting off taking Franny to the dentist for about two and half years now. I finally took her today. She did a great job. I don't know why I waited so long.
Yes I do.
I was afraid the dentist might have some bad news for us. You see, Franny screamed bloody murder for a time during her 2nd year whenever we made a move to brush her teeth. So we stopped trying for a while.
Well, the dentist did have some bad news for us.
Franny has FOUR cavities. FOUR!
I feel so bad! When I was looking for a picture to include with this post, I thought this one would work perfectly because the look on her face seems to be saying, "Thanks a lot, Mom."