Baby William is snuggled in my new Moby wrap and our daughter, Capri, is at my side as we walk in. Capri proudly announces to the receptionist “I need an appointment”. The receptionist played along, “oh let me see what I have available…hmm…does right now work for you?”
Luckily Capri’s schedule was open, so we followed her back to the dental exam room.
I admire my 4-year old’s interrogation and negotiation skills. Before the cleaning started, my Capri asked a multitude of questions about how her teeth would be cleaned, which toothpaste flavor would be used, how she was going to spit toothpaste out, and what each of the tools on the table would be used for.
Capri finally proceeded to relax into the chair and lay back. The medical light overhead was “brighting” her eyes and she requested it be turned off. The hygienist complied.
With complete seriousness Capri then spoke the words that were the highlight of our trip to the dentist:
“My teeth are very sharp, so you better be careful that I don’t bite you.”
The hygienist wasn’t phased, she just said “I’ve been bit before, but never by very sharp teeth so I will be very careful.” My daughter was pleased with this answer, and so was I. In fact, I’m thankful that all of the staff at our dentist’s office are just as good with my kids as they are with our teeth.
As my mom used to say “Only brush the teeth you want to keep!”