Mr nut was still sore and unhappy this morning, so we went to the dentist. You might remember last visit when I was amazed at how loud he screamed while simultaneously clamping his mouth shut.

Well, he wasn't happy about this visit but was in sufficient pain to let the dentist look. He discovered the dentist isn't scary, he's nice. His drawer of dangerous implements actually contains mirrors on sticks. Tiny round mirrors. He was allowed to hold one. And he got a sponge bob sticker.

He has a bruised gum but the tooth was ok so we left all jolly and he suddenly remembered the dashi dog I'd offered to buy him to try and stop him crying yesterday
'Mama, I would like to buy my dashi dog now'
But she was already in my bag, because I'd already bought her.