First Trip to the Dentist
Little boy had his first trip to the dentist today. I was not allowed in during the exam, so that the dental folk could build a rapport with him. He apparently never figured out that going to the dentist is supposed to be unpleasant.
My favorite artifact from the dentist's office (which I didn't get to keep, but will ask for when he gets another in three years) is the panoramic x-ray. Being a little boy, he has little teeth, with lots of bigger ones that are perfectly developed and exactly right in number, waiting to emerge in the next few years. Too cool for words.
The dentist's advice:
My favorite artifact from the dentist's office (which I didn't get to keep, but will ask for when he gets another in three years) is the panoramic x-ray. Being a little boy, he has little teeth, with lots of bigger ones that are perfectly developed and exactly right in number, waiting to emerge in the next few years. Too cool for words.
The dentist's advice:
- Floss between the back teeth that are real close together. Check the other teeth, too, in case they start getting close together.
- Brush his teeth when he's in bed, so I can get to his back teeth at a good angle. That's also when I should floss.
- Teach him how to spit. I thought this was funny. Apparently, he has trouble with the mechanics of spitting, and it's a Bad Thing to swallow too much fluoride toothpaste. So, I have to teach my refined little boy how to spit. Sounds like fun!
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Do you know how long it took for me to finally get the comments to work? Too long. Now I forgot what I was going to say, which was probably off the point anyway.
Here's a thought: I HATE my dentist, and the one before, and the one before. And the bummer is, they don't let me open up the drawer anymore that has all the cheap plastic prizes in it.
I've gone this long without cursing, so I'll stop now.
Yeah, Blogger is being erratic today. It was down for a while (since last night) and I was unable to add that scintillating paragraph about the x-rays until just a bit ago.
I like this dentist OK. He talks too much, but at least it's about my teeth. And he gives me gas for fillings. I never had problems with the dentist until I got my wisdom teeth pulled. Now, even a cleaning is a cause for anxiety.
Little boy got a water pistol from the cheap plastic toy drawer.
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