As we were leaving Calgary, C asked if we could watch Mulan when we got home. Â I said, “sure” and everyone promptly forgot about it. Â After we got home, we had dinner and did the usual evening things and then I sent the kids to bed.
At around 9:30 PM C came downstairs and reminded me that we hadn’t watched Mulan yet.
“It’s 9:30, I’m not going to start an hour-and-a-half long movie now; it would end at 11.”
Yelling, screaming, crying, mostly centered around “PUT THE MOVIE ON NOW!!!”
I didn’t want to physically put her to bed; I wanted to work. Â I tried ignoring her for a few minutes but the noise-cancelling function couldn’t cope. Â (Maybe I need a new battery.)
Finally I went up to her and said, “Do you want a candy?”
She stopped screaming. Â She nodded.
I have a bag of wintergreen (Wint-O-Green, I suppose) life savers. Â I gave her one.
She stopped crying.
“Did you know that when you crush these they make light?” Â I crushed mine between my teeth – OW – chipped off a piece of enamel.
“I didn’t see anything, Daddy.”
We turned off the lights and tried again, with a nutcracker. Â On the first try, life saver pieces scattered all over the floor. Â On the second try, she saw the triboluminescence.
“Wow, Daddy!” Â She ran upstairs.
Success!, I thought.
She came back downstairs with her brother in tow. Â “F wants to see it too!”
“I don’t want to eat another one right now. Â I hurt my tooth when I bit into that first one. Â I’ll show you both another night.” Â Disappointed, but mollified. Â Two minutes later they both went back to bed and I got back to my work.
Today I found out that I did indeed chip the tooth, right through the enamel even, and I need to get it filled.
TOTALLY worth it.