Shoot me now!
Scout had a tooth rotting out of his head, so I called the dentist to get him in immediately. And because I was going to make the trek with him, I made the appointment for all three of mine with teeth.
Scout did in fact have a tooth rotting away.
So he got needles galore.
Navy turned out to be “an excellent brusher”.
Good thing I have one.
And this kid — I walked him into his appointment. He was great. Opened when he needed to open. Swished when he needed to swish. So I left him behind to man the other troops. When the hygenist came out to hand him off to me, she went on and on to tell me how great he was. So I finished with, “Great — so his teeth are all cleaned and ready to go?” To which she replied, “No, I just spent 20 minutes explaining to him what his next appointment will be.”
WHAT?!
Give me a break and just brush his stinking teeth!
I am not the type of mom who explains and prepares my two year olds for a simple teeth cleaning.
I guess the silver lining was that he wasn’t scared to hang out in the dentist’s chair. Even when it was Scout’s turn.
The golden lining — this girl was a gem the whole time I ran between rooms.
Even Dash rewarded her with one of his coveted “Special Kisses”.
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