February 4, 2022

"Of course, it is Friday afternoon. I have a throbbing toothache," Steve said. "Oh no! And I cannot imagine anything worse during a pandemic that needing to go for treatment that is maskless and someone puts their hands in your mouth," I shuddered.

"Let me see you teefs, Dad," Zso demanded. "Oh! That is NOT good." She said. "Maybe momma can find a How-To Video and we..."

"Stop there," I interrupted. "Dad will find a dentist who can fit him in the soonest and let a professional with skills do the job. Hopefully that will be soon because dad is going to be pretty miserable until he can get in somewhere."

"Don't worry, Dad," Diva peeped. "I will stay right here on your lap no matter what." Steve cupped her chin, "If you do that you won't get dinner."