The Median Sib

I’ve written previously about my distaste for going to the dentist.  Unfortunately I deleted that brilliant and probably prize-winning post in one of my blogging-is-taking-up-too-much-of-my-time-and-I-will-delete-all my post moments. Fortunately, that mood only lasted about ten minutes, and I only deleted about 30 posts.  Anyway - the post on dentists was one of the 30.

Back to going to the dentist: I procrastinate and procrastinate until it is necessary.  I dread it.  I hate it.  I obsess about it.  I actually lose sleep over worrying about it. I heard commercials for “sedation dentistry” which sound very appealing…but even that scares me.  I’m 56 years old, and I’m terrified of going to the dentist.  It’s humiliating.

 Right now I am babysitting for Sweet Stuff (4 1/2 years old - I MUST always remember that 1/2), and Sunshine (who is just two days shy of 3).  What are they playing at the very moment that I’m keyboarding this post?  Why, they are PLAYING DENTIST! 

I am in shock.  Children PLAY dentist?  They are taking turns lying back in the recliner and looking in each other’s mouth.  Their “medicine” consists of pieces of masking tape.

Sorry - I realize there isn’t a grand purpose for this post.  I just can’t get over that they are playing dentist.  I might play teacher or play doctor or play carpenter.  But DENTIST????