Katie arrived Wednesday night. In a few hours, we'll be off to the Missouri wine country (who knew?) for my nephew's wedding. We're driving Mom and Dad and ferrying the flowers. Should be fun.
Thursday night we had dinner with Mom and Dad at a local restaurant. Dad was sitting directly across from me, and several times I noticed a slight glint from one of his teeth. I leaned across the table and looked carefully.
"Dad, I think something is wrong with one of your lower teeth," I said.
"Yes," he sighed. "The tooth has worn away and the metal post from the root canal is showing through."
"Does it hurt?"
"Can they fix it?"
"Why? I'm wearing out all over. It will last as long as I do."
Katie and I went dress shopping the first afternoon she was here. We had Teagan with us, so we traded off trying on/tending Teagan. By the time we finished, Teagan was hungry and shrieking. I handed the dress I was buying to Katie and started digging through the stuff in the stroller for my purse.
"I'll get it, Mom," Katie said.
"Thanks. I'll get cash and pay you back when we get Teagan settled," I answered.
"That's ok. You've bought me hundreds of dresses. I can buy you one."
Is that Bob Dylan I hear singing?