Our house will never be clean again. At least, that how it feels in the midst of this kitchen renovation.
Curly did very well at the dentist today. The hygienist was chipper and friendly and let him play with her “friends,” “Mr. Slurpee” and “The Water Gun”. Surprisingly, he really liked “Mr Slurpee” the sucker tool and happily closed his mouth on it. I’ve always found it a little unsettling myself. He wasn’t a fan of laying back in the chair, so she kept him mostly upright. The dentist wasn’t as great. Very brusque, not warm, kept calling Curly by the wrong name. And insisted that he lay all the way back, which resulted in some tears. The counting of teeth and fluoride application were over quickly though, and we’ve got a clean bill of health and the news that braces will be in his future for sure (no surprise there). Curly was thrilled to get a goodie bag, until he looked in it and saw there was only 1 sticker and assorted dental care items. And honestly, why do dentists give out lollipops? Especially when the kid has just had a fluoride treatment and can’t eat or drink for 30 minutes!