Scott's Turn

I'm usually the one with my mind on so many things that I end up doing something totally brainless (backing out of the garage before letting the garage door up, putting the phone in the refrigerator, etc., etc.). So, it's with glee that I relate the following story.

In the last month, Scott's had problems with his teeth. So he's been working in dentist appointments into his already overfilled schedule. On the last visit, he left work to get a broken crown fixed, taking the tooth with him.

As he was being examined, the dental assistant, looking confused, asked him to wait for a moment while she went to check on something. After a few moments, she returned with the dentist, who began to question Scott about his tooth which, oddly enough, didn't seem to fit into his mouth.

Of course, Scott argued with them. Of course it was his tooth. They were somehow mistaken. He wasn't thinking about the fact that his tooth might not be the only tooth lying around our house in a ziploc bag. He apparently forgot that the tooth fairy sometimes leaves a special little memento for us after one of her frequent late night visits. So there he was. With Dylan's tooth in a bag.

Oh, and this was the same day that he wore his sweater wrong side out.

Now it's my turn to say, "I'm not laughing AT you, ....."