You Promised What?!?

Someone needs to explain to my kids that if they don't spend all of my money now, there may be a few bucks left for them to party with after I'm dead and gone. The way it is going I will be bankrupt before that happens. Lex has always had issues with his face. He was born with a tumor in his cheek. He has had a few reconstructive surgeries to repair the spot where it was removed so I can understand that he would be a little leery of people touching his face and mouth. He would never let anyone near his teeth. I would try brushing them and he would scream and cry and clench his jaw so tight there was no way anything was getting in. Just for good measure somewhere along the way he was given an antibiotic that turned his front two teeth brown. When he went to the dentist for the first time he already needed quite a bit of work. His first visit didn't go very well. He went back to the dentist chair by himself. Maybe they thought I was going to be hysterical or something. I could hear him complaining and then I heard the doctor telling him to settle down. The next thing I knew, out came little Lex with a referral to a pediatric dentist because he had kicked ours in the head. We waited a year and brought him back. After a little laughing gas and a lot of Novocaine they were finally able to work on him. He had a lot of cavities and his two front teeth were pretty bad. Over the past few years he has had countless fillings, vials of Novocaine, and a few tanks of NO2. He has since lost his very pricey front teeth not even two years after having them fixed. Which brings us to today. We have had numerous talks about tooth care and he has promised over and over again to take care of them. He seems very believable but I don't hold out much hope at his appointments. There is always something very expensive wrong with his teeth. Today I left him at the dentist with his sister while I carted the other kids around. Half an hour later I looked at my phone and saw that I had three missed calls. They were all from Gwen. I called her back and she said the dentist needed to talk to me right away. I sat on the phone for five minutes while the doctor was finishing up, I guess he didn't mean right away after all. When I finally talked to him he said Lex was going to have to see an oral surgeon so they can either pull or try to do a root canal on one of his permanent teeth. He has only had that particular tooth for two years. He definitely has the Swoboda tooth gene. We have very good genes, for the most part, but that one and the gigantic ass gene would be a couple I would be happy to do without. I didn't even ask what in the heck dental surgery was going to cost. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know. I'm glad I didn't have to make the same promise I made when I wanted to get a dog before I had children. I had to promise that if he began to cost more than he was worth, I wouldn't keep shelling out the cash. Don't worry Langy, I had my fingers crossed! Yet another reason my kids should be happy I'm around because who knows when their father would have decided they had crossed that line. I think they'd be goners by now. Anyway, I'm thinking dental insurance is looking more and more appealing. Oh well, live, learn and then just sign the damn check.