DAAAADDDD

My daddy is REALLY good at cheering me up.

Me: *at airport, got patted down* ;_; But I'm WHITE! And everybody should know better than to think that matters but I think I did and I am BAD.

Dad: Aww. Yeah, if they asked you if you had a bomb, you'd be like... "Oh yes, right here, want to see it? I got it in New York."

Me: ;v; Heehee. New York was fun.


Me: I'm scared to get my wisdom teeth out! >x< I'm afraid they'll make me do it with local anaesthesia (and there'll be blood and I'll have to swallow it) and it'll be scary!

Dad: *hugs* Well, they gave me general anaesthesia when I had mine out, and it was easy.

Me: Yeah? It didn't hurt for days and days after? And you didn't have to eat weird food, or nothing?

Dad: *still hugging* I had milkshakes, and they gave me medication, so it didn't hurt MUCH. I was older than you, like 24? It was okay, I didn't really care, I'd look in the mirror and I'd have, you know, chipmunk cheeks *indicates by holding his hands to his face* and think, hmm, is it time for another milkshake? *makes a funny Daddy Thinking face*

Me: ;_; Really? I think I need another hug.

Dad: *needs to get to work* Okay :D *hugs*

I go for an assessment of my wisdom teeth today, but I'm being a big baby about it all of a sudden. I'm sort of grumbly about the food. I hear rice is out, so means I CAN'T have the nice rice soup I was looking forward to, and milkshakes, pudding, smoothies and yogurt go in order from "eh" to "don't let it touch me." I wonder if I could have chicken broth with milk in it, or that potato soup I like...

Or ice cream...