We took our almost 3-year-old to the dentist for the first time today. She let them take X-rays with those horrid bite-wings. She let them clean her teeth with the noisy rubber wheelie. She let them floss. She let them poke her teeth with a pointy metal stick. She was a perfect angel and charmed the socks off everyone.
But I need a big drink.
You should have asked for the nitrous oxide. As one of my former work colleagues told me, “I don’t care if it’s not covered by insurance, I’m willing to pay the extra money for it. It’s a blast, man!”
My nephew, who is almost five went to the dentist last week to have a tooth filled. He was so relaxed he fell asleep in the chair while his tooth was being filled. He even kept his mouth open so he didn’t have to be wakened. I wish I knew his secret.
Keith
They didn’t offer any nitrous oxide, Arnold. I didn’t even get a lousy Barney sticker.
We did get a Polaroid of my daughter grinning at the camera like a maniac while brushing the “teeth” of a stuffed Cookie Monster. Should be useful when she brings her first boyfriend home to meet the folks.
As a former teenager, I’ve found the that the most effective way to scare off a boyfriend is to have “Dad” sitting in the living room cleaning his shotgun with a bottle of Jack Daniels right next to him.
Thats the truth and anyone who has heard otherwise has been missinformed.
Oh, I don’t necessarily want to scare him off. I just want to make up for all those times when she yells something in public like “Hey, lady! I just went poop on the potty!”
If she ever brings home someone I want to get rid of, I’ll clean the shotgun myself.