Shane went to the dentist today. He was nervous (or at least dramatic).
He took some convincing to get his x-rays done (and a couple of tries to be less blurry).
The lady who worked with him was awesome. Shane remembered some of the tools from his last check up (long, long ago). I don't think his last hygenist squirted him a drink from long range, though!
Shane wasn't the perfect patient, but I thought he was great for him. The wiggling looked more like a normal child than a hyper wild thing!
The TV on the ceiling helped. I didn't notice it at first.
The dentist came in with the final verdict: No cavities! There was a white spot to keep an eye on and it sounds like he has an overbite. All in all, not a bad bill of health.
We may have to go back, though. For the past month, I've told Shane, "Wiggle your tooth or the dentist may have to pull it." He hasn't. Shane shoves his fingers in his mouth all the time, but he won't wiggle his tooth in case it hurts. The permanent tooth has come up solidly behind the baby.
The dentist gave us a deadline. If the baby tooth is not out in two weeks, she'll do the pulling for us. I'd hoped she'd yank that sucker right out then and there, but the ultimatum gave Shane a chance to get it out himself.
Random: I'm starting to feel the Cville "small world" effect more. My co-worker and his two kids had appointments, too!
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