summer journal. july the 6th

one not happy appointment at the dentist's.

stressed kiddo.

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 

needed.

however.

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.

to ladydentist.

and make some drama.

and now i am not the only one in the family 

with the dentist-phobia.

not happy about that either.