Today Catholic Son and I visited the dentist to have our teeth cleaned and inspected. Only this time, CS arrived loaded with questions for the dentist and hygienist. And they were all good questions, of course, because CS didn’t mess around about what he wanted to know. I, however, had a great deal of difficulty holding back the giggles during the inquisition as I sat in a dental chair with my mouth all agape, my teeth being poked by Dr. G with a sharp pointed object in search of cavities. Not an easy feat, let me tell you that right now.

Then came the show stopper. Even Dr. G couldn’t hold back when CS matter-of-factly asked the dental hygienist, point blank:

“Are you an innie, or an outtie?”

Oh yes he did ask that question as I fought back giggles to the point of tears, which I promptly blamed on the bright light beaming directly at my face. So then, in complete seriousness, the 4 of us proceeded to discuss whether we were in fact innies or outties, because CS wanted to know this information. Turns out the hygienist, dentist and I are all innies, and CS is both innie and outtie. Dr. G then coined the term DEMI-innie-outtie to describe it, because apparently DEMI is the Latin prefix meaning ‘half’ or ‘partial’. Well, why not? Sounds good to me anyway.

As long as we’re on that topic, what’s your belly button type?