Carter-Approved Dental Visits

The thing about my son, now 11 years old, is that he really, truly thinks on a different plane than I do. This lends itself to most of the entertainment in my life and why parenting him can be a bit challenging at times.

Here’s the lastest…

On Saturday afternoon it “comes out” (Read: my daughter told on him) that Carter, in times when I think he has been out riding his bike, has also been visiting the neighborhood dentist’s office in order to sit on their waiting room couch and watch movies.

Yes. Let that sink in. My son has been visiting the dentist by himself. To watch movies.

As far as I can tell, this kid has more guts than I do and I’m, well, a lot older than 11.

Apparently this has already happened a few times with the receptionist approving this activity. I guess on Saturday morning she went so far as to ask him if he was grounded, if that was why he was there. He replied, “No, I’m not grounded. My dad just told me to get out of the house.”

I kept trying to tell him through my not-suppressed-at-all laughter that he was not to do this EVER AGAIN. But then I got to thinking that with all the necessary dental work this kid is going to need, perhaps I should count it a blessing that this is where he’s been choosing to spend his time.

Anybody else have a kid like this???

 

Seven

Carter turned seven yesterday. I’m pretty sure that when he was just a wee 6 pound, 5 ounce baby back on September 30, 2003, that I never imagined him as a seven year old. And yet, here we are. Seven.

When he was little and having birthday parties, Jeff and I used to gather all of OUR friends together to celebrate. On his first birthday, we even rented the clubhouse at our apartment complex in Florida to hold everyone, including the one other child that was invited, Chloe Mount. 

Over the next several years, the birthdays were held at our Florida house in the ridiculously large open living room.

When we moved to Stoney Creek, Carter told my neighbor that the reason we had left Florida was because he only had adult friends there…Which led me to enter the world of children’s birthday parties.

When he turned five shortly after moving to Ontario, we invited all the neighborhood kids over to our house. It was easy and manageable (and due to a hard drive computer crash and loss of many of my digital pictures, I can’t upload a picture of this one.)

Last year, I braved a bowling party. Let it suffice to say that I was overwhelmed by how much work it is to keep 15 (or was it 16?) hyper kids together at a bowling alley. The kids had a blast, me, not so much. I think this may have a bit to do with the fact that Mykah peed her pants as we were entering the building, and that this is not the best way to start off a night, but I digress.

This year I planned strategically. I decided to host his party at our house again, but hire someone to do a lot of the work…Enter stage-right, Mad Science of Hamilton! Tonight 15 kids between the ages of 3-9 will converge on my house to watch science experiments being conducted in my living room. Slime and cotton candy will flow freely. 

Ummmm….wait a minute. This was my brilliant idea?!?! I guess I’ll let you know how it goes!

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