one not happy appointment at the dentist's.
and madre molto stressada.
maybe it was the heat.
or all the excitement about it.
or the pippi and poop.
or one childlock dentist.
or the homemade pumpkin soup i ate.
i think he's not the first one who started crying
when they showed him the stool.
and i also think
there were no words
said by nurse
such as you're a bad boy
i swallowed my angry words.
i think i'm not happy about that.
i should have supported him more
and hug him
and stick my tounge out.
and make some drama.
and now i am not the only one in the family
with the dentist-phobia.
not happy about that either.