No, not my dentist, of course, the kids' dentist. ;) Ordinarily, when The Girl hears the word "dentist", she immediately vomits, so this time I didn't tell her anything. I just said we all had a super-secret field trip and we had to leave at 10:00 to get there. I dressed and brushed everyone, and off we went.
Okay, by now, you're thinking, "Why does The Girl vomit upon hearing the word 'dentist'?" When she first started going to the dentist, about six years ago, they cranked the chair back and started brushing and cleaning, assuming that the little suction hose would clean up all that spit and soap, keeping her from gagging and then vomiting. You guessed it -- wrong. Ever since, she has either puked or refused to be put in the chair.
This time, she got her standing x-rays (not bite wings!) and then sat down on the chair (cranked as upright as they could get it) and let them polish and scrape her teeth. No flossing, no major scraping, no flossing, no fluoride rinse, but she was happy when she finished and got not one but three lip glosses from the treasure drawer.
The Boy did fine, too, but he's always fine. Thank God for small mercies...
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