Aaron had his visit to the dentist today to have a filling put in his tooth. He has had strong teeth and very few fillings, so he wasn’t at all sure about what this would entail. He’s been thinking a lot about it and asking questions, such as, “Mom, is he going to put a filling in me?”
Not in YOU, really – but in your tooth, Aaron.
“So is the filling like Play Doh?”
If it was then I would just do it myself, Aaron.
So we set out today for his appointment, making time first for our usual Wal-Mart trip. Our mission today was to buy Aaron a new pair of slippers – his are torn up and they weren’t even that old – and to look for a DVD. He’s been wanting Little Mermaid, but I didn’t think it was out right now. However, I knew that one way or the other we would leave Wal-Mart with a DVD in hand.
Aaron began whistling when we walked in the store, and I told him to stop. At least it wasn’t the fox whistle, which he has been known to do in the past. He thought that particular whistle was a very fun whistle. He had no idea of the impact it would have on the women in the aisle with him………..especially on me as I hurried to hush him up and then try to explain why he should NOT do the fox whistle in the middle of Wal-Mart…….or anywhere outside of our house!
Therefore, I was thankful today for a more standard sort of whistle, but it was still annoying and attention-getting, which is why I told him to stop with the whistling. He then proceeded to make popping noises with his mouth, like a cork popping out of a bottle. Again, I told him to be quiet. And again he responded, “Mom, isn’t that better than the farting noise?” I guess I made the farting noise his standard of what-noise-not-to-make. Aaron, just make NO noise, OK??!!
We finally left Wal-Mart with his new pair of slippers, the Battle for Los Angeles DVD (I told you!), and a wad of napkins that he grabbed from the deli to wrap around his thumb that was bleeding because he pulled the skin on it and now had blood on his once-clean pants. And the afternoon had just begun.
We went to Taco Bell for lunch, where Aaron took a long time to read through all the combo meals in order to find what looked like the largest meal that I would allow him to have. He settled on a meal #7, I believe it was (ask Aaron!) because it had the word “pizza” in it. While I paid for our lunch, he was stuffing several sets of sporks and knives in his pocket because somehow he has to have several sets, not just one or two. And he also grabbed enough napkins to hand out to everyone in the restaurant as well as all those in every car that was going through the drive-through. He poured a very full cup of raspberry tea with no ice and I was thankful for the lid on top as we made our way to our booth.
We settled in and I asked the blessing, as I always do. As soon as we both looked up, Aaron said (rather loudly), “Mom, I read in my Handy Answer Religion book that Catholics pray funny. They don’t know how to pray.” Oh. My. Goodness! “AARON!” I hissed. “HUSH!!” And he continued (a little bit quieter), “Well, they do this when they pray.” And he made the sign of the cross. Just because we do not make the sign of the cross and are not Catholics makes Aaron think that Catholics do not know how to pray correctly. This isn’t the first time I’ve had to correct him about this concept and try to make him understand…………..but in the middle of Taco Bell with people watching is not the place that I want to have this conversation (rather loudly) with Aaron. Maybe a fox whistle would have been better.
Thankfully, he got his mind on the modern art………..in a former blog I talked about Aaron’s opinion of this modern art hanging on the walls of Taco Bell. And his opinion hasn’t changed one bit. “Mom, the people who made this art know how, but they don’t know much of art.” I tried to explain how the art can mean different things to different people, and we talked about what some of the pictures there looked like to us. He then asked, “Mom, I wonder how they would make a picture of you?” I was glad it was time to leave because I did not particularly want his opinion of that idea talked about (loudly) in the middle of Taco Bell.
We made it to the dentist’s office, which is right beside a Subway. I was walking toward the office when Aaron said, ‘Mom! Look!” I turned to find him standing at the large Subway window, pointing. Anyone in Subway would have wondered why this unusual young man was standing outside the window pointing at them.
Aaron! Come here! “But Mom, look at this picture of a tuna sub. The tuna sub looks all squishy!” Sometimes I do wish he wasn’t so observant!
As we drove home through the country, we passed farmer’s fields and pastures. Aaron observed, “Mom, there’s a mule in that horse field!” He thought that this was very interesting and added, “I wonder why that mule is in the horse field?” And then he rubbed his hands together as he said, “Or I guess you could say jackass.” He was delighted that he got to say this word that’s almost-a-bad-word but not exactly a bad word, and thought that it was “quite funny.” And I have to say that I laughed too……….because it was “quite funny.”
And then, “Mom, if I’m allowed to eat again, can I have some popcorn? Either homemade or cooked.”
Homemade or cooked, huh? Which is which and which do you want, Aaron?
“Well, cooked is the kind in the microwave, and homemade is in that thing you got that you pour the seeds in and it goes around and pops it.”
And, “Mom, is Andrea going to come visit us again?”
Yes, Aaron, probably this weekend. “You mean this Tuesday?”
No, Aaron, this weekend. “You mean NEXT Tuesday.”
Since when is Tuesday a weekend? We got that straightened out as we pulled into the driveway, and because I forgot to get the bags from Wal-Mart out of the van, Aaron decided that I was “quite weird.” I will not say what crossed my mind at that point.
I’m sure Aaron will have lots to cover with Gary concerning his day, from new slippers to how Catholics pray to the………….uh………….mule in the horse field. And IF I EVER let him eat again, I’m not sure it’ll be popcorn, homemade or cooked, until his tooth is stronger. Those seeds are killers!
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Patty I love your posts!
Thank you, Goldie – and thank you for commenting. That encourages me!