Monday, September 12, 2011

You Know You Married a Dental Student

When your husband comes home with plastic model teeth in his backpack.


He owns his own white coat.

He spends his Saturdays studying with other dental school students.

He scares the missionaries into brushing their teeth by telling them what it is exactly that make your teeth feel fuzzy.

Discusses which kind of loupes (special dental magnification glasses) to buy.

Comes home with pink dye all over in his mouth because he was the volunteer for eating a tablet that stains plaque pink.

Tells you which tooth is hurting you by its proper name.

He wears scrubs to school to work in the clinic.

He knows the difference between caries and cavities.

There is a real human skull in his locker at school.

He spends oodles of time studying.

He's still loving it!

2 comments:

packermom said...

Cutest teeth cookies I've ever seen!!

John said...

And you know your dad's a dentist when you find a tooth in the drawer with all the drywall screws . . . that experience still haunts me . . .