Henry’s (and Halia’s!) World

At Henry’s last dental visit, he was praised for doing a great job of brushing his teeth, even better was that he sat still during the examination, but was asked to make sure he reaches in the back to avoid tartar build up.

Our daily ritual of teeth brushing goes like this:

Me: Did you brush your teeth this morning/afternoon/evening?
Henry: Not yet, my breath smells like onions (pronounced onneions)

Me: What does your breath smell like now?
Henry: My breath smells like (whatever he ate last) bread pudding, apples, chocolate, you get the idea

Even after the third child, the things they say continually amaze me, sometimes it makes me wish that we could forever be naive.

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