The other night, I left the kids with my husband and went out with a couple of my closest girlfriends. This is a rare luxury in the life of a parent of two small children. (Where are my fellow parents? Can I get an Amen?) I put on my best pair of black cutoff shorts and dressed them up with a chambray button down and finished off the look with bright pink lipstick. (Why am bothering to tell you what I’m wearing?
Fall traditions are a special thing. When the the air reaches its signature autumn crispness, my family always try to make one trip to a pumpkin patch, take a walk in the changing leaves, and bake an apple pie. Also, last fall, if you happened to pass my house, you would have seen scenes from various Roald Dahl stories come to life with large, round, orange heads. If it sounds insane, I guarantee you that only a small amount of madness was involved.
Three root canals and five fillings. That’s the amount of dental work my 4-year-old recently needed.
THREE ROOT CANALS AND FIVE FILLINGS. AT FOUR YEARS OLD.