December 12, 2005 - Monday
Harry heard me talking on the phone about his dentist appointment.
"Is my dentist appointment tomorrow," he asked. Interestingly, he seemed far more hopeful than rueful.
"Yes, it is, but it's while you're at school and I'm not sure what we're going to do," I answered. The 2:00 pm scheduled time had taken me by surprise, as did the potential logistics of my own work day, getting both kids early, and entertaining them for an extra two hours.
"It's OK, dad," he said exuberantly, "all you have to do is call Mrs. White and she'll send a message to my class that I'm to be sent for early dismissal." His wonderfully deliberate articulation of "dismissal" was typical Harry learning new words since he was two.

I had actually been thinking of rescheduling the appointments, but Harry had laid it all out for me so clearly, at least his part, and somehow I lost all interest in changing things to suit my own schedule. I bet he'll feel like a big shot being "sent for early dismissal."


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