Little Mischevious One

Picture this: Monday night Kaleb goes though his bedtime routine and finally gets in bed around 8:30pm. For the next hour he plays the game of 'needing' things or just 'wanting to talk', which is what he says! Finally, I hear him shut his door. Since I know he can't turn on his own light, because I turned it off at the fan, I'm ok with him shutting the door. Around 10pm I walk down the hallway to check on him and notice his door is open while my door is the one that is shut. I open the door to find Kaleb laying in my bed, hands behind his head relaxing, watching the Food Network channel ( apparently the last show I was watching was Top Chef )!!!!!! Jason and I exchanged glances, giggles, and an "Oh no he didn't"! Then off to his own bed he went, kicking and screaming.

Oh yeah, and I will be needing a root canal! OUCH! With my dentist being on vacation and all I was forced to call another dentist that he had listed as an 'Emergency' contact. I'm going in this morning because I am in so much pain. I'm pretty sure I have taken more Tylenol in the last 72 hours than I have in the past 2 years. Really I don't even know what the dentist is going to be able to do today. I can't imagine he will do a root canal on someone he has never seen. Plus I'm just being put in as a scheduled appt. so I don't know how much time he can spend with me. Go ahead doc PULL IT! Chewing is overrated, who needs molars anyway? Wish me luck!