The Return of Dr. Oh
Please know that I struggled with learning disabilities all through school, and am still reminded of them when someone throws me the massive Yellow Pages and says, ‘We need the nearest Chinese food place, stat!’
Luckily I’m old enough to throw it back and say, ‘I’m not hungry’.
I also have my moments where my appearance resembles my intelligence at the time’there are many unfair photos of me looking intellectually challenged. I know you’ve got some, too. But poor Baxter’s last three months of life revolved around his new bottom teeth. They must be painful, aside from being weird and magical sharp little growths that are a constant distraction. Evidence of this is seen in the majority of his recent photographs’always with the tongue curled in and down to monitor his dental progress. As I’ve mentioned in previous postings, this is not a flattering look. He may be contemplating particle physics, but he looks dumb as a post.
Recently, even as his front teeth progress along their glacial path, Baxter has delighted us with a rerun of facial expressions past. Amy’s and my favourite face of all is the ‘Oh’. It is a perfect circle of mouth: permanent surprise, shock and awwwww. He has added air sucking, inspired perhaps from my blowing and whistling lessons’less rerun as remixed. Cute by all accounts, and a delightful digression from the gape-mouth, tongue-stuffed face.
Not that we’re judging.
I wanted to end this post with a James Bond reference that would be clever and witty, but my characters are cross-wired:
‘’¦And you expect me to tell you the secret location, Dr. Oh?’
‘No, Mr. Bond; I expect you to giggle.’
‘Wait, I thought I was Dr. Oh…’