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This Smile Doesn’t Just Happen

AJI mentioned yesterday that I had to go to the dentist.

A lot of people think this just happens ===>>

Well…I assure you it doesn’t.

It takes A BUNCH of work. I have to get up every morning and brush-a-teef. I don’t mind that too¬† much. A little bit of a hassle…but…what are ya gonna do?

Then Mommy has to put some string in my mouth. And then I have to swish this horrible blue liquid around in my mouth…while we count to 30. 30!

And then we have to do it again later.

I guess it’s the price you pay for being a celebrity like me.

Still. Even with all that. I have to go visit my peeps at Life Smiles. I think Mommy calls them the dentist.

They are super cool. Everyone is really nice to me. They all know my name. And they do stuff for me that they don’t have to do for everyone else. On the account of my autism.

dr pAnd Dr P is funny…I guess (that’s him <<===)? Him and Daddy laugh the whole time I’m getting my teef done.

The lady who helps laughs at them. I don’t know if she thinks they’re funny. Or she just feels sorry for them.

I don’t laugh. It’s hardly a laughing matter.

Do you have any idea how long I have to sit there with my mouth open?

Although it is kinda funny when they put the squirt gun in my mouth. And then the little vacuum thing that sucks the water out.

Oh…and Dr P also got me in a magazine once. He wrote an article about working with autistic people like me. It was a good article. They messed up the picture though because Daddy and Dr P were in it.

I get that a lot. Everyone wants to take a picture with me.


Mom and Dad say it’s important that I go there so I can keep my teef cleaned. But that’s not the only reason they say I have to go.

See. Since I don’t really talk. I can’t tell Mommy and Daddy when something’s wrong.

I mean sure. I can point in my mouth or rub my cheek if I have a tooth ache. But I haven’t been able to come up with the words.

Sooooo. It makes it kinda tough to let ’em know what’s up. Mom does a good job of figuring it out. Dad…well…he just says rub some dirt on it.

Rub dirt on it? That’s ridiculous!

dentistLike I said. I don’t mind going to the dentist though. They’re nice. I get to wear some cool glasses. They have a TV I can watch.

Annnnnd they usually give me a present. I’m pretty sure they only do that for me.

Well I have to get back-to-werk. Lot’s of drawing. I need to do some pwinting. And I have to sing-a-song to Mommy’s phone so she can send it to one of my fans.

It never ends.

See ya ta-mah-wo.