The Dentist

The boys went to the dentist this morning. It was Henry's first-ever visit, so we've been talking a lot about what to expect this week. Fortunately, Will absolutely loves going to the dentist and his excitement rubbed off on his brother. We've switched to a new dentist closer to our house, but that didn't faze Will at all. He loves that they polish his teeth with cookie-dough flavored paste and that he gets to watch a show and comes home with a prize. Our new dentist took pictures of the boys for their files and then sent them to me to commemorate their first visit. You can see from Will's smile that he was so excited to be there! He even had his first-ever x-rays (and did great) and was perfect throughout the exam.

Henry, as you can see, was not even sure about having his picture taken. Will and I both had to be right next to him and he didn't even want to look at the camera! It went downhill from there.

Henry didn't let the hygienist count his teeth and only let her polish his teeth with the chocolate-flavored paste he picked out because it tasted good and she let him sit up for it. He spent the rest of the exam crying and asking to go home. I can't blame him, though. He's had too many unhappy doctor's visits in the past (fractured arm, dehydration, stitches) to ever want to see scrubs and a white coat again. Fortunately, the little boys have good, healthy teeth, so we're all done with dentists til September. Hopefully our next visit will be much less traumatic for my little Henry!