For a couple years now, Andy and I would take Sophie with us to the dentist, just so she could get a feel for what it was like. She loved the trips because she got to sit on a stool that swiveled and she always walked away with a new Dora toothbrush. Still, I was nervous when it came time for her first appointment. Andy offered to take her, while I stayed home with the boys. I, perhaps selfishly, happily agreed to this plan, fearing the worst. To my surprise, Andy later told me that Sophie not only enjoyed the visit but even giggled through her cleaning like it was just another fun adventure.
She did great.
Which makes me wonder, why is it she’ll sit still, open-mouthed, smiling while having her teeth scraped but the moment I try to put a brush to her hair she immediately begins flinging herself backwards, reaching for the brushing saying “I can do it!” And by do it I mean she puts the brush down, takes both of her hands and flips the sides of her hair back and then says, “Done. See! That’s how I like it. No brush.”
Then again, I don’t give her new Dora toothbrushes every night.
“Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond.” —Miguel de Cervantes