When I am able to spend time with my grandchildren, it is a blessing, and wonderful memories are made. Yesterday, I took Cason to drum lessons; and as usual, he was “starving” and needed “real food!” After he finished his lesson, we quickly decided to go to Dairy Queen. He got a cheeseburger meal, and I got the chicken tender basket.

We were so hungry we couldn’t wait to eat. Cason decided he wanted one of my chicken tenders and began eating it. A few seconds later, I looked over at him; and he was holding part of a tooth. He had broken off part of a tooth. Needless to say, his eating was cut short, and he called his mother to inform her of his dilemma and requested she call his dentist.

Fast forward to the next morning, Lisa called and asked me to meet her at the dentist’s office. Little did I know what a treat I had before me. The dentist had to extract the tooth so they prepared Cason with “laughing gas,” and the fun began.

From the moment he got in the car, he began telling “his story.” I laughed all the way home. Part of our conversation will be a memory I will never forget.

Cason: The dentist put this thing over my nose, and it didn’t smell good. All of a sudden, things started to look funny with colors running together. I was trying to Snapchat, but my arms wouldn’t let me. He didn’t tell me he got the tooth out until I asked him. Mimi, he didn’t even cry.

I laughed and told him the dentist wasn’t supposed to cry because it wasn’t his tooth. He talked nonstop until we got home. I couldn’t help laughing because he was so silly.