The scene: two youngest children are playing "dentist" with the little guy I babysit on Tuesdays. They are getting along well, taking turns sitting in Fooey's high chair, and I'm in the kitchen nearby not really paying attention. As becomes obvious when Z turns up to pick up her child and glances askance at Fooey, who is performing some sort of dental surgery--with part of a wooden train--on CJ, who sits passively and sweetly, mouth open. Meanwhile, Z's son approaches the dentist chair with the play broom.Labels: babysitting, play