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Dentist kisses

I'm trying not to focus on the Boston Marathon. So much tragedy in this country in such a short amount of time. My thoughts and prayers are with all those people in Boston, their families, and all affected. I hope they catch who did this, soon. I'm choosing not to focus on the bad. I'm focusing on all the goosebump worthy stories of the people of Boston posting all their personal information on the internet for the world to see, so that those people can find a place to stay tonight. I'm focusing on all the help people gave, how they rushed to help everyone else. I'm focusing on the Spirit that's comforting me, telling me it's ok, it's going to be alright, and that Christ is with those people giving them comfort. I'm focusing on all the conference talks that I watched and rewatched about the way to find peace in this scary world is through Christ. That Christ is there, and he's always there, and he can get us through anything. Anything.

So I want to write about some of the positive things of today. Like how I got to have an hour long giggle talk with my roommate last night. The fact that after taking a nap what seemed like an awful day of primary turns into a funny one. How I woke up in a warm bed, well rested. How I learned even more about how to make my writing better. How I got to ride the bus with Sammy, and then he took me to the dentist. How he put up with my moodiness the last two days because I was stressed and nervous about going to the dentist, but didn't know why I was feeling why I was feeling. That getting a cavity filled wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. That we have anesthetic. That everyone got everywhere safely. That I got to see my mom. Naps. For the snow that will help. Lucky charms. Time. Dentist kisses.

What is a dentist kiss you ask? Well, it's a kiss with half your mouth numb. I had fun when I got out of the dentists chair kissing Sammy's cheeks with my half numb one. They made me really happy for some reason. Hopefully I never have another reason to give dentist kisses.
Half numb face. Can't stop laughing at how silly.

There's so much to be grateful for in every day. I haven't been doing the best at seeing this, and hate that it takes events like this to give me a kick in the butt, but they do. And I'm grateful for all the things I got to smile about today.


Primary story time- I was taking two of my boys to the bathroom, and a boy from another class came too. I waited outside the bathroom for a really long time and heard yelling, so I opened the bathroom door a bit and heard a boy yell, I'm taking a poop! So I went back to waiting, giving them some more time. Then one of my boys came out and I heard more giggling and splashing. A man who just walked out of the bathroom told me they were the only ones in there so I could go in if I wanted. I took one step into the bathroom and told the boys it was time to go, now. The boy from the other class sees me standing one step inside and says, this is the men's bathroom. This is a place of privacy!

Later in class, two kids inform me that they're getting married, having kids, and the boy said to the girl, "I'll hold the baby while you do the dishes!" I asked them if they thought their baby would be reverent in primary. The rest of my class answered no for them.

I tried to explain the concept of goosebumps to the kids. They asked me if that's what the red bumps on my face were. I also showed them a picture to add to the lesson and we then spent the rest of the lesson explaining why there were cheetahs in the picture and why the man was chained up and not the cheetahs.

Said picture
I love my kids. :) Especially an hour after church when I've woken from my nap.

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