Wild Child had to go to the dentist. She has a toothache. She got dressed up in a Gymboree dress and hat...got her purse...and my Betseyville sunglasses.
She was so brave and appeared completely relaxed...I was on the verge of tears when we walked in the door. My baby is going to the dentist.
The waiting room was frigid, and she was still cool as a cucumber...I was very tense...
I was so glad they let me go back with her. She let them take xrays and do all the cleaning. She was a little pro. Not one complaint or whimper (from her).The bad news...we have to drive to Columbus, Ohio to visit a pedodontist (I think that is what they are called) to have the tooth (and a couple other small places) worked on.
I guess I can quit dusting the mantle for my Mother of the Year trophy...however I am in denial and I blame Dr. Hubby and his evil drawer of suckers at his office. What kind of doctor gives a child suckers! The kind that is in kahoots (sp?)(is that even a word?) with the dentist! LOL!
TGIF!







A Mont Blanc Starwalker Cool Blue Rollerball pen! One of his favorite things!







































