When I woke up this morning, I found an Elf on the Shelf on the living room TV.  I said it was a fake.  The real one was at Mimz.   I finally understood that there are more than one elf and I am luck to have two of them.  The one at Mimz' home I named Joe.  The one at Mommy's home is Kevin.   I wish he could talk to me and tell me what he does to help Santa.  But I guess I will just be the talker telling him what a good boy I am being, no pouting, no attitude, etc.   I hope he believes me.

Barbara agreed to tell me a story while we drove to school.  I insisted it be about Fireman Stacy and the wicked old witch.  I never get tired of those stories.

Barbara arrived more than 10 minutes early to pick me up from basketball practice.  The class was already over.  That bothers her.  She should say something, but she won't.   GGF was with her and we stopped at Wal-Mart for a few things.  I led the way to the bakery and to the milk and eggs.   They never take me to the toy department.  I don't know why... Mommy and Daddy always do.

We played solider but there was no shooting, mainly just driving trucks and talking about our camouflage uniforms.

I had my second dentist appointment today.  It is about a 15 minute drive.  About half way there I said, "Barbara, I am sleepy.  May I take a nap?"  She turned to say yes and my eyes were already closed and she thinks I was already asleep.   I fell asleep again after being in the waiting room for two minutes.  When it was my turn to get my teeth cleaned, it was hard for Barbara to get me to wake up.  I led the way to a room I had only been to once before and I hopped right up on the reclining chair.  I had Monk Monk with me just in case I needed some comfort but I was completely okay.   Barbara took pictures and the hygienist remembered that I have a blog with pictures on it.  She said she has written a daily journal for 13 years.

 I did everything I was supposed to do, following every request.

The hygienist rubbed some vitamins on my teeth.  The dentist had on his cowboy boots again.  Wish I had on my new boots so I could show them to him.  I had no cavities.  I am a "grinder."  That is why my two front upper teeth are short.  There is nothing for them to do about it at my age.

I have all of my baby teeth.  Next I will get my permanent molars.  Then at age 6 I will start losing my baby teeth.  I am to keep brushing two times a day and I need to let the adults help me reach the places I can't get.  The hygienist and the dentist both had only good things to say about me and my behavior.  Barbara was so very proud of how well behaved I was.

All the way home I talked about the fun we would have playing dentist.  At home we started playing dentist, I flossed Barbara's teeth, then it was time for dinner.  After dinner, GGF and I played Cars until Daddy came to pick me up.