Forget-me-not Friday #7

This post highlights a relatively new stage of motherhood for me; dealing with the question “why?”. I’m finding that there isn’t always a logical answer to the questions of an inquisitive mind!

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “Can I see your fillings?”

I obligingly open my mouth.

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “Can I have some fillings, Mummy?”

Me:“No, you don’t want them, they’re not nice!”

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “Why?”

Me:“Because fillings happen when your teeth go bad.”

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “Why?”

Me:“Well, when we have too many treats, our teeth get holes in and the dentist has to fill them up with a special silver paste”.

Two-going-on-three-year-old, obviously now thinking fillings are some coveted ‘grown up’ embellishment: “But, when I’m a grown up, I can have fillings”.

Me: “No, they’re not nice. We want your teeth to stay nice”.

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “But, when I’m a grown up, I can eat lots of treats and have fillings”.

Me: “No, this is why we only have a few treats, so we can keep our teeth all nice. Mummy had too many treats”.

Two-going-on-three-year-old: “Mummy was naughty”.

Me, now desperate to end the conversation: “Yes, Mummy was naughty”.


Working Mum of two, living in Didsbury, Manchester, in a house which breeds washing, mushed up raisins and various toys in the brightest primary colours. Oh, and the odd empty wine glass.

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