I'm not sure if that helps you or not, but there it is.
Nature Boy pulled it out, like he's pulled out Goober's other teeth except for that one that fell out when he was eating lunch at camp last summer and bit into a hamburger and came back with one less chomper.
There's the dentist in action. He prides himself on his amateur dentistry skills and does well for the most part, except for the time he pulled one of Ty's teeth out with the fishing pliers and flung it across the kitchen. We still haven't found it.
If you look closely you'll notice that the dentist here has far less hair than he used to. A few months ago, Nature Boy freaked out about looking bald. Which seems a little... well... moot. Because he is mostly bald. Which is fine. So Sunday evening -- the same evening the tooth came out -- he asked me to cut his hair. Short. So I did. Buzzed it down to 1/8 of an inch.
"That still feels long," Nature Boy said. "Can you go shorter?"
"Are you sure?" I asked, still remembering the freak-out from nearly six months ago. "I've only got one shorter guard."
"Go for it."
I think I failed to mention the guard wasn't so much a guard as the tapering mechanism on the clippers, so it was pretty much the bare blades. So now he's almost completely bald again. But he's happy, so that's fine with me. Also, he's going camping over Easter weekend, which is fancy talk for "bunking down in the bed of Big Zak's truck on the side of the road in Bumfuck, Kansas" whilst he and the boys figure out where they're hunting in November which is fancy talk for "peeing on trees to mark territory and stuff." So the less personal hygiene he has to worry about, the better. I've seen the back of Big Zak's truck. It's no Ritz-Carlton. It's not even habitable for most wildlife.
So we're minus one tooth and minus a head of hair. Well, half a head of hair. Otherwise, things are normal.
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They are both very cute:)
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