Truthiness

Today is Kid's turn to go to the dentist. She's been going for the last 3 and a half years... but I'm not sure she's technically gotten a cleaning. She's not a big fan of strangers... and is understandably reluctant to let them stick sharp tools in her mouth.

Well she's got quite a few of her permanent teeth in now and I think a cleaning is in order. So she's going. I gave her a couple of days notice.

I thought I'd butter her up with some juicy and enticing tidbits about her new dentist... "She has a little baby" I said enthusiastically.

I didn't notice the kind of relief I thought that should merit so I stretched a bit with...

"And the baby does the cleanings!"

Kid's faced became aglow with wonder and amazement.

Yeah that's what I'm talking about!

"Really... the baby does it?" Kid asked excitedly.

"Yeah... the dentist holds the baby up and the baby sticks all the tools in your mouth." I replied giving a good eyebrow waggle that we all know negates any truth to my statement.

Or does it?

I'd kind of forgotten about my whole little embellishment (if you will) until yesterday afternoon when Kid asked me about the baby dentist.

"Oh yeah ... it's going to be CRAZY." I replied.