Last week Sam went to the dentist for the first time. We did back-to-back appointments with Rob, so Sam could go in early to check out the room see Rob have his teeth polished. The hygienist made the comment that she the polisher didn’t hurt, but tickled the teeth. After Rob was done, Sam got in the magic chair and went for a ride. He thought that was cool. He had to try all the buttons on all the equipment and was quite disappointed that he couldn’t use the x-ray machine. (We did look at Rob’s x-rays to see what teeth look like in a picture.)
After the hygienist counted all of his teeth, Sam held his hands up and said, “Huh. No cavities!” He held “Mr. Thirsty,” the suction thingy, throughout his appointment, holding it over his head, so he could see the on/off switch, nearly knocking the hygienist in the face. Every couple of minutes, Sam asked, “Is it time to tickle my teeth now?” When it was finally time, the hygienist started rattling off the polish flavor options — cherry, strawberry, orange, blueberry, cookie dough — and Sam said, “Oh, I’ll have cookie dough.” Ha! This coming from the kid who is lukewarm about chocolate! I said, “Sam, do you want cherry or strawberry?” He looked and me and said, “I’ll have orange.” (Adolescence is going to be a trip, huh?)
He made it through the entire appointment — counting, scraping, polishing, everything. Rob and I were so proud of him.