I want Maizey to have good teeth. But her brushing habits have been more along the lines of "let me suck that delicious berry flavored fun paste off my Elmo toothbrush" every night. Not a whole lot of brushing happening.
I called my dentist and they recommended that exams begin around the age of 3, but that I should bring her in for a couple "happy visits" before-hand. Yesterday after work I had a 6 p.m. cleaning, and Will was out of town, so off we went...
To play with the lobby kitchen...
Maizey refused to accompany me when I was called back, so Mindy, the saintly receptionist, said that she could just chill in the lobby. Five minutes later, with the lingual bar scraping having commenced, I heard the all too familiar "Mama? Maaaaama?" followed by the patter of All-Star clad feet... And then the dragging of something heavy and Mindy's voice, "We'll just bring the kitchen back here so you can play while Mommy works."
Ummm - okay.
Ever had a chatty, question-happy hygienist? Well, playing kitchen with a two year old while having your teeth polished? Way more wackadoodle. "Mommy, want a bite?"
Refreshingly though, the plastic ware entertained her sufficiently enough for me to undergo a somewhat thorough (somewhat interrupted) cleaning.
"Watcha doin? What's dis Mama?"
Then, it was her turn to take a spin in the chair.
Not too sure about the light, however.
But, Wilkop's office is prepared...
And, Miss Julie hooked her up with some eye protection.
Though we probably should have asked for suspenders.
Back they went.
Woo hoo.
This, along with some water and air mouth squirts, was as far as we got. No tooth-counting or mirror-in-the-mouth experiences.
But, I would say it was a happy visit.
I mean, a kitchen in the dentist's office? Does it get better than that?
