Wednesday, November 29, 2006

We're off to see the Dentist

Sir Rowland has to have his teeth examined.

Pray he does well.

He told me this morning, he hates the bright lights, and the crinkly chair. I told him to close his eyes and think about something nice.

Taking Sir Rowland to the Dentist reminds me of putting an eight legged cat in a bath tub.

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