TomTom got a big fright as the injection approached. The dentist and her assistant had tried to sneak it towards him from behind, but he’s not polite like Jess. He swivelled his head right round and spotted it and let out a subdued shriek “What’s that thing?”.
They started mumbling something, but I said “A big injection Tom, be brave now. No wimping.” So he took it like a man, gripping my hand tightly.

On the way home he’s playing with his rubbery lip, noting
“It’s dead on the left, Dad but I can still feel on the right. And I can’t say “effs” Dad, listen FF- uck FF-uck Fuck. Oh, I can actually.”


“I’m just sayin’ Dad . . .”

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