I don’t remember a lot about dentist appointments as a child. Just that I went and that I got a free toothbrush and that they always had cool toothpaste. That’s all I recall.
So when Quint’s first appointment for the dentist came this week – I didn’t really have any expectations. Actually, I was just praying that he would be the stellar patient that he always is for his pediatrician.
He didn’t disappoint…
And maybe Toy Story 3 on the ceiling TV helped?
Maybe picking out chocolate toothpaste helped?
Maybe how nice everyone was?
How kind and gentle they were with my little 3 year old?
How they gave him a tour and explained every. single. thing to him?
Maybe because little sister could be easily occupied
with a bag of crackers while we waited?
Or maybe because he’s just a wonderful boy…
or all of the above
Either way? Happy teeth. Happy Mama. Happy boy.
And another milestone down…
I still can’t believe he’s three.