Today was Freddie's first visit to the dentist. We'd been preparing this past week talking about what dentists do and we had a book about the dentist. We'd find him in his room looking through the pictures during the week. He seemed pretty excited to make sure his teeth stayed healthy and "didn't get sick."
Mama went first, and he watched. But when the noisy cleaning began he covered his ears and began crying. I asked him to stand closer and hold my hand to help me be brave. That seemed to do the trick as he clamed down. I thought that had pretty much sealed the deal and there'd be no way he'd let her into his mouth.
But he climbed up into the chair and said "aaaahhhhhh" just like we'd been practicing. He held his mouth open wide the entire time. The dentist poked around and "no signs of any cavities." She then showed him her "special brush" and let him feel the movement on his hand first. He sat still through having his teeth polished. His favorite part: the little cup filled with water, rinsing, and spitting in the little sink.
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