Adam had his first dentist appointment on Thursday. I was worried he would throw a huge tantrum (if you’ve ever had the pleasure of taking him for a haircut you know what I am talking about). While we were in the waiting room I was teasing him, telling him that he only had four teeth. He said, “No mama, I have twenty teeth”. I’m not sure where he picked that up from, but I later learned from the dentist that he was exactly right.

He was definitely nervous, but the hygienist was awesome with him. She explained everything she was doing and was incredibly patient with him. He let her clean all of his bottom teeth and half of the top ones before he clamped his mouth shut and said, “I don’t like this anymore. I all done.”

He did let her floss his teeth, which surprised me. When she showed him the dental floss he said, “Papa use that too” and opened his mouth. I don’t think he was as impressed with flossing once she started, but she worked quickly and by the time he decided he was done, she was too.

In the end he left with mostly clean teeth, a new winnie-the-pooh tooth brush, and favorable impression of the dentist (which I was very happy about – especially since we’ll be going back in six months).