My mum called me to say hi before my surgery, round two, and put Asher on the phone. He’d been prepped with the info that I’m about to have my wisdom teeth out at the dentist’s.

“Hi, boo!”
“Hi! Auntie Meera, don’t be frightened.”
“I won’t, Asher, thank you. Ash, are you walking with Po Po?”
“Yes.”
“Where you walking?”
“There.”

Lore has it that this afternoon he stopped in the middle of lunch and announced to my mum, “Auntie Meera has the dentist in her mouth!”

Lookit those white chompers. He sure doesn’t need the dentist in his mouth.