Cavity

Puck walked back to see the dentist about a cavity repair shortly after ten o’clock that morning. Half an hour later, he emerged with a numb face and a couple of goodies in hand. As we drove home, he contemplated his first interaction with a cavity.

“Mom, don’t feed me sugar for a year.” He paused. “No. Don’t feed me sugar for the rest of my life. I never want to have a cavity again. But… I don’t mind my face feeling numb. That’s kind of fun.”