50 Little Things #21

I love going to my dentist.  I love the doctor, receptionist, and the hygenist--all really nice people.  I love the way my teeth feel after I leave (assuming I didn't have to sit in the "naughty" chair in back--for cavities, etc.).  I'm thankful that I have decent insurance that allows our family to take care of our teeth.

Foreign Language

My son and I attended our semi-annual dentist appointment Monday.  One of my favorite things is when the dentist or hygenist asks one of those in-depth questions with two hands and four dental tools inside my mouth.  I suspect they can understand the "foreign language" of mush-mouth answers.

The other humorous things was that the hygenist complimented my six-year-old on his good brushing.  I'm not even sure he owns a toothbrush.  Yes--an exaggeration.  But I am certain he would bush only every few days if it weren't for my nagging.  Great job, kid!

Dentist

I absolutely love the dental office we utilize--from the office manager, hygenist, to the dentist.  My oldest, daughter, cannot stand to go.  I wonder how bad it would be if the office personnel wasn't so kind and wonderful.  Keep in mind that not once did she ever have anything other than a routine check, x-rays, and cleaning.  She often is too scared to go into the room, and she'll make her younger sister go first.  She'll then sit in the waiting room and wring her hands uncontrollably.  She's often in tears when the hygenist works on her.

Today was the first EVER appointment that my 13-year-old didn't get completely stressed about.  I did hear her tell her dad about her dislike for dental appointments.  I am relieved that maybe we've crossed a bridge so she doesn't have to get so stressed out.