Because they would think it's hilarious and call him Crentist.
For the rest. of. his. life.
So we call him Dr. M., his name.
I prepped the kids for a week or so, reading library books about going to the dentist, focusing on brushing twice a day (as opposed to at only bedtime) and talking about mommy and daddy's visits.
M seemed okay with it and ready to go.
N was worried about the shots. Because of course the dentist library book showed a kid getting a Novocaine shot before his filling. And he badgered us about getting our own shots before fillings. He was fascinated with my "fake tooth," my crown, and questioned me relentlessy.
I took the kids by myself while Hubs worked from home and C napped. But I got a nice surprise when we walked in, Great Grandpa and Great Grandma S were in the waiting room!
|Surprise! Great Grandma S has the same dentist!|
|N tests Mr. Thirsty|
Dr. M. then showed me the x rays, where he discovered several cavities and referred us to a pediatric dentist for filling them. Needless to say, another disappointing end to an otherwise pleasant visit - remember, this is the guy who made my crown last month! But it's not his fault. It's likely mine and my blase attitude toward brushing at the end of long days of parenting many small, challenging children by myself. Boo me, right?
The bright side is that Great Grandpa and Grandma were still there to wrangle the fellas in the waiting room and ooh and ahh over their "goodie bags," wherein they discovered their first ever flossers (oh, my gosh, do you know how much I hate flossing my OWN teeth? NOW I have to floss 40 more!) while I made pediatric dentist consultation appointments and 6 month cleaning appointments.
Maybe I will call him Crentist, after all.