Just Heather

My dentist appointment was pretty good starting, but this was the really, really, really, really, really hard part. They had to take out my teeth. One tooth, actually two teeth, while I was awake. That really hurted, actually. That really, really, really, really, really, really hurted. It was hurting so bad that it almost made me jump out of the chair. They didn’t have me strapped all the way so I could jump out of the chair. And I screamed and I went to you guys. But I really—actually i didn’t go to anyone. They caught me. They caught me right away cuz I was—you know. I really hurted though. So I couldn’t get out. They strapped me all the way in and I couldn’t get out. And they put this blood pressure thing on me because—and then it went “pssshhhht.” It squished me so hard. It squished. I was so hurt. It was on me until I woke up. It was so bleeding. My teeth, they were bleeding so bad. And that’s really the truth. Well, that’s almost the end. And then they let me go to my Mommy and Daddy. The End.

My sister is greater than fruit, yeah, fruit. And she’s even better than my strawberries I made. (there’s gonna be more, I just have to think- it’s not the end, no) It’s better than anything in the world, except my family. (give me a few minutes…)My sister is greater than my blog! And even greater than pictures on anything in the world. And greater than my best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best (one more best) bestest friends. And even better than calling Zach and Megan [said best, best friends]. And even better than my mom’s silly old red-haired doll [aka Raggedy Ann]. And even better than listening to my radio—oh, it’s real better—yeah! And even better how old I am; which I’m now six and a half. And even better than Dad’s silly old dumb stuff. And my sister is even better than raspberry pie. But really I’ve never tasted raspberry pie. And even better than Mom’s dumb Pampered Chef stuff. And even better than Daddy’s stupid old comics. And also better than his dumb old guitars. And Daddy is now going to play them. That is not very fun—that is horrible. My sister is also better than my dumb stuff. My sister is also greater than candy—well, not candy—kinda candy. Not the end yet. Also better than my dumb computer. The end.

…a quote from my daughter after seeing a Nickelodeon commercial listing all 43 U.S. presidents.

It is ashame that in the 21st century a child would even have to ask such a question!