dentist

Today marks the first time I’ve seen B all drugged up and it’s all sorts of awesome. He had his wisdom teeth removed this morning, and I was the designated “person to hang out with until the anesthesia wears off so you can take him home.” I was tempted to bring a video camera in the off chance I could create the next viral “David Goes to the Dentist” hit but I totally forgot when we left the house.

Instead, I watched B try to sign language his thoughts to me, which made absolutely no sense. What does pointing at the door, then your wrist and then holding up your hand mean? I need to go outside to check the time and hello?

I gave him my iPhone instead, so he could type out what the heck he was trying to say, and the above is what I got. Right. I get the last part. I like turtles, too.

Now, he’s recuperating at work while I bring home the bacon. Since his mouth is stuffed with gauze (meaning no phone calls) and he’s not on his computer (meaning no emails), the only way I can communicate him is through Xbox Live (thanks to Red Dead Redemption). *sigh* Life is so hard.