The one where I scar my kid for life...

I'm a horrible mother. I may have scarred my kid for like, a whole hour life.

In my defense.........

I hate going to the orthodontist with 4 extra kids in tow. And since it IS still summer vacation 'round these parts...that's what I and the receptionist suffered through did today.

2 hours before everyone has been getting up on their own in the morning.

With an hour drive to get there.

I know.

Also in my defense 

(I have a feeling I'm going to be saying that a lot today)

I didn't bring the flippin' dinosaur toys...they were already there! 

Provided by satan the practice.

There were enough to go around...but my 

do-I-seriously-have-to-share-this-freakin-dino-with-him-I've-been-sharing-my-shit-all-summer? 

spawn children found ways to mess that up too.

There was: 

roaring.

And fighting

(in the form of pushing each other--dino--off the wooden comment box)

Dying and eating the flesh of others 

(the dinos, not the kids...this time).

Shooshing. Lots and lots of shooshing

(by me).

And there was "pooping out of eggs."

Whattya want from me? They saw their dog "poop out" puppies one day, and have yet to ask where babies come from for realz. Hopefully it'll come up before they are fathers older. 

If not? meh.

At least they got the egg part right.

(Thanks Dino Dan!)

Anywho. The one joy I can take away from these orthodontist visits...

besides, y'know...straight teeth and such...

is when they put one of these doohickeys:

into here:

leaving your kid looking all like one of these:

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I am telling y'all, there is no greater joy.

I took a picture of him (hence the scarring for life),

which he L'd his AO when he showed his Dad at dinner...

but can Mom go making a side-by-side collage of the aforementioned pic and those Sing-a-ma-jigs?

Nooooooooooooooooooooo.

Well, yes, actually, she did can, but he was all traumatized that I had put it on facebook already.

*cough* almost did. *cough*

And since I don't need to bring 4 kids to wait in a therapist's waiting room 

a therapy bill,

I won't post it here either.

:(

But I will snag one from google images of someone else's kid who probably cried for days  hates his mom  married his therapist cuz it was cheaper than paying for 50 min each week 

forgot all about this pic...

No children were harmed in the publishing of this photo. Well, not at my house anyway.

So, that was my morning before 11am.

It wasn't all bad though, while at the orthodontist's...

I did get to sit on Kevin Costner's face.

No actors were harmed in the taking of this photo unless you count in my dreams.