Trip to the Dentist

Today was Nicholas' six month check up at the dentist. I followed him into the room and once he realized that he needed to sit on the chair, all h-e double hockey sticks broke loose. The hygienest asked me to sit in the room next door. I could her him crying, well, more like screeching, through the closed door. Another hygienist brought him out to me when he was finished and she asked if we always have to do this. I smiled and said yes, haircuts, the doctor, clipping his nails, and brushing his teeth at night. She seemed shocked but politely responded that maybe I should give him a reward when he doesn't fight us after a certain number of nights in a row. Yeah, great idea, lady. I know my parents didn't reward me for good hygiene and I am not about to start that with my child. She must be one of those parents that doesn't think the teams should keep score in sports because everyone is a winner. Then the nice receptionist told me that Nicholas' over all dental health was good but we need to floss his teeth once a day. Could she not hear my screaming child?