Last week, Sam and Chloe had their six month dental cleanings. We drive about an hour and a half to get to their dentist. Yep, he's THAT good. He's a kids dentist, the same one I went to.
Sam wanted to go first. He wasn't going to be brave and not cry. But, he did. He cried and screamed more than any other kid I had ever seen . . . or heard. After throwing a fit during the cleaning, we found out that he had a tiny cavity that needed filled. It only took four people to hold on to him. He managed to kick off both of his shoes and socks during it all. I did feel bad for him, though. It wasn't hurting him, just scaring him. Thank goodness the dentist had time to do it right then so I didn't have to bring Sam back. I'm thinking the next cleaning in six months will be a joy. I've already told John that he's going to that one!
Chloe was next and she was a total Pro! She's so funny. When they asked her a question, she would whisper the answer (actually it was barely even a whisper). If you didn't see her move her mouth, you probably would've thought she didn't answer. So I tell her she needs to speak up a little so she repeated her answer in another whisper, just slightly louder. She let them take the x-rays, clean, floss and fluoride without a tear or cry.
They both got to pick out prizes from the toy chest. Chloe helped herself to four things, Sam three. At least they were happy leaving!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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