No Cavities
A story about just being a little nervous at the dentist.
As soon as we got out of the car she grabbed my hand as we walked across the parking lot to the dentist’s office. She was nervous.
It’s better now, this dentist thing.
She used to be frightened so bad when we went. She would curl up into a ball like one of those little bugs that when you touch them they do the same thing and there was protesting and screaming and it was bad. Muoy bad.
Today was better. She was a little wiggly because it’s a dentist and who likes going to the dentist?
Anybody? Nobody?
But afterwards when it was done she was talking the ear off the dental hygienist as she grabbed her goodie bag and inspected the stickers and pink toothbrush inside.
She told the dentist that she didn’t need a toothbrush because she had an autobrush and toothbrushes are so “back in the day”.
We don’t need a toothbrush - we have the autobrush!
She brushed FOUR times today not including the cleaning. FOUR!!
Autobrush for the win.
Keep Smiling,
TH and Co.