A short little "Lenten" story about my oldest today, seeing as how the start of Lent, and discussions about our sins, is on tap this week.
The dental hygienist came out to the waiting room, a 4 year old Phoenix following, to say, "I have got to tell you what happened back there."
Words that every mother fears.
I was wincing as she began the story.
Teeth were counted. Plaque was removed. The hygienist was preparing to brush Phoenix's teeth and asked what flavor he would like.
Phoenix chose strawberry.
She opened up that teeny tiny container of toothpaste, and as she was about to scoop it out with the whirly brush, Phoenix piped up, "Wait! I asked for strawberry!"
DH: "This is strawberry."
P: "But strawberries are red. That is pink."
DH: "I know. But it's strawberry. I promise."
*She begins to scoop the paste.*
*Phoenix paused, but looked quite panicked."
When the hygienist told him to open his mouth, he yelped.
P: "Wait! I forgot! I gave strawberries up for Lent!"
It was June.
Months past Lent.
A Lent in which he most certainly did not give up strawberries.
But the kind hygienist laughed in her head, then said, "Well, I can't argue with religious reasons!"
His teeth were brushed with mint that day.
And every day after that.
Have a lovely day!