Big Excitement at the Dentist

Personally, I find it less than thrilling to go to the dentist. But with the bright light...the chair that goes up and down...the groovy camera that photographs your teeth...the tickly tooth polisher...Nathan likes it. He likes it a lot; he spent most of today's visit grasping his crotch. Always on the lookout for potential accidents, I asked at one point whether he needed to go potty. Contemptuous, he replied, "No, Mom! I'm holding my wiener for excitement! Can't you tell?" He then demonstrated a slightly tighter, more imperative grip. "When I grab it like THIS, I need to go potty." Well, now I know.