This past Friday night little Randy and I had the opportunity to visit a highschool basketball game.  During half time, my seven year old nephew got to play a short game on the "big" court. 

     While sitting in the bleachers, little Randy got to meet a fellow alum that I grew up going to school with.  This poor fellow always seemed to have a rough time growing up, and I never learned of the true cause.  Anyway, the unfortunate first thing anyone could notice about this nice man was that he had very rotten teeth!

     The next day, little Randy asked me about the man and why his teeth were so rotten.  I decided to use it to my advantage and I explained to Randy that it would happen if a person failed to take care of their teeth, including brushing on a regular basis.

     Last night, as I was just getting home from a book club meeting, I heard little Randy upstairs with his dad talking about something tooth related.  I went up to tell him goodnight, and he started bombarding me with more questions about poor Tony.  Our dialogue is as follows:

Randy: "I told dad about your friend Tony."

Me: "Oh yeah?  What did you tell him?"

Randy: "That he has rotten teeth.  I almost went to bed without brushing my teeth, but I  told dad about Tony and he said okay."

Me: "So, you are still thinking about Tony?"

Randy: "Yeah, why doesn't he brush his teeth?"

Me: "Well, like I told you before, maybe his parents didn't teach him to brush when he was a kid."

Randy: "The next time I see him I am going to teach him about brushing.  Maybe you could buy him a tooth brush and tell him how to use it."

Me: "Well, that is very thoughtful of you.  But, it might not be polite to tell him about how rotten his teeth are.  It might hurt his feelings."

Randy:  "Maybe we could just tell him about going to the dentist then."

Me: "Not everyone has enough money to go to the dentist."

Randy: "Well, you and dad do!  You should give him some of your money to go to the dentist."

     Luckily this is when my dear husband walked in......  I filled him in on what we were talking about and he said...

dad: "Why don't we just pray for Tony?  Would that make you feel better?"

Randy: "Okay."

so we said a prayer for Tony.

Me: "Does that make you feel better Randy?"

Randy: "Not quite.  I think we need to pray every night."

Me and dad: "Okay!"