The Dentist

Yesterday Emma had her second dentist appointment. At her first one the dentist just looked in her mouth and got her used to the office. She sat in my lap the entire time. Perfect teeth of course. This time she had her first actual cleaning. She sat in the chair, had the bib put on, and had her teeth "tickled" and cleaned. She looked thoroughly amused the whole time. She did a great job. As we walked down the hall back to the elevator after we were done she looked up at me and said, "That was fun Mommy." Fun? At the dentist? The ironic part is that for a very short time when I was little I had this exact same dentist. I didn't like him. It's only fair to say that it was because I was losing alot of teeth during those few years and on my first three visits to him he pulled a tooth every time. That wasn't the best way to make me a fan. Luckily we switched dentists soon, so I didn't have to deal with him. I know I was just paranoid because he really is a very nice man and an extremely good dentist. Emma sure liked it there.