Oh boy DeWitt got his wisdom teeth out. What an experience this was for me. I was in the waiting room and all of a sudden I hear very loud yelling. "Mom I'm done, mom they did so good, mom come here, I'm done and the doctor did so good." I tried to quiet him down, but he was so wired! He kept trying to take the pen from the doctor's pocket. The doctor was getting frustrated, because DeWitt wouldn't stop talking so that he could finish his work on him, and so DeWitt said "Ooooo the Doctor's getting mad" in his sing song voice. Then DeWitt grabbed the nurses hand and started to pat it and sing, Singing in the Rain. He kept telling the doctor and nurses how good they did and that he wouldn't even get an infection. I finally got DeWitt outside, and he wanted to drive. So here I am fighting DeWitt for the keys, and at the same time trying to force him into the car. I do try to be gentle, but with him I had to force. So finally we started to drive and DeWitt is either talking or singing the whole time. Then he saw someone on the side of the road and he frantically started to wave. We were coming to the stop sign and DeWitt made two handed pistols and started to shoot at the cars in front of us at the four way stop. I had to quickly put a stop to that, because I thought we would get pulled over for sure. (I was also video taping while all this was going on) So then he discovered that the seat he was in reclined, so back he goes, and he starts pounding on the car and singing. It's not that far from the office to our house, but boy was it eventful and entertaining. When we got home, he said that he did not need help, because he was a man. Scott was in the bathroom, so DeWitt started to pound on the door, and tell his dad that he was home. When I finally got him in the recliner, he jumped back up and told Scott that they should go and do something. They said back and forth. I'm a man, your a man. Scott was egging DeWitt on in a huge way. Then he asked me if maybe they gave him too much medicine. DeWitt was a riot, and I wish that I could give this experience justice, but really no words can. Just think of DeWitt and then multiply that by 50 and now you know what I was dealing with. Fun afternoon |
Oh, Rebecca, I am so happy that you are a blogger. It gives me such a loving, humorous insight into your family life. You will never regret recording all these wonderful things. And I love being able to steal your pictures. Thanks again
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