Homer had his first trip to the dentist a few weeks ago. He loved it. So it's kind of lucky that he ended up with a cavity and got to go back for more fun.
Here's a cute/sad picture of him watching "Bee Movie" on the ceiling TV/inhaling nitrous oxide.
He had no idea what was about to happen, but the "laugh gas" distracted him from that ginormous needle and he was fine. He got slightly annoyed when the dentist blocked his view of the TV, but that was it.
So, he saw a substitute dentist because his dentist doesn't work on Fridays and I didn't want to wait too long to get him in--wanted to get it over with. The sub-dentist was this young, fresh-out-of-dental-school-type guy, real friendly and stuff, and oh-so-obviously LDS. He kept calling Homer "Arch" (as that was the name on the chart) and I was too lazy to correct him. But then the dentist would ask "Arch" to open his mouth or something and Homer wouldn't respond, so finally I had to tell the dentist that he goes by "Homer".
The dentist acted all confused and uncomfortable.
Him, "Why does he go by Homer?"
Me, "It's his middle name."
Him,"Is that a family name?"
Him, "Oh, are you a fan of... um... isn't there a TV show... er..."
(^^second-guessing his question, cuz clearly he thinks it's offensive)
Me, "You mean the Simpsons?"
And he's like, "Ooh yeeah, Homer Simpson."
And I go, "Yeah, we like the Simpsons," because who cares.
It's weird when people think that question would offend me. As if I would name my kid Homer if I had something against The Simpsons.
Ironically, on the way out of the dentist's office, we saw a dad with a huge Homer Simpson tattoo on his leg, and Homer goes, "Ooo yeah!" like it was the coolest thing ever.
Who's the biggest fan, I wonder? The mom who named her kid Homer or the permanent tattoo guy?