...And to the Dentist

Today Beck (3) and I walked into his room because he was in need of a diaper change.  He noticed his favorite blanket, Bob, was still in his crib.  (Yes, I know my 3-year-old shouldn't still be in a crib, but he's not climbing out and he's the baaaaaaaby.)  Delighted by his find, he rushed to pull Bob from between the slats.

It was then that he remembered that we were there to get rid of the stinkies so he dropped Bob on the floor.

"I'm gonna leave Bob there," he said, "so he doesn't get yucky and stinky and go to the dentist."

"Oh, yes," I agreed without really listening. "It would be terrible for Bob to get yucky and stinky and have to go to the dentist."

He nodded and I paused.  "Wait. Why would Bob go to the dentist?" I asked.

Beck held his hands out to the side as if it was obvious, "To get cleaned?"

Sure.  Why not!  But I hadn't thought of that.