Today was a big dental day.
Both the kids and I had cleanings scheduled.
And I was so sure things would be fine (R's really been growing up. She went to get her hair cut yesterday and sat still the whole time.) that I didn't take B with me to run interference.
You can probably sense that this does not end well, can't you?
Rosey was spectacular. She sat still, opened her mouth wide (a far cry from two years ago) and had a great report. Her teeth are growing in cleanly and she brushes well. The only cloud over her visit - the dentist wants her to quit sucking her thumb at night, as her teeth are beginning to show signs of it.
Cass, on the other hand, is brushing even less than I suspected. And not terribly well. The tech put one of those red dye tablets in his mouth, and he looked like he'd been sucking pink lipstick. Not impressive. Still, no cavities, and good brushing habits can be re-learned.
He was great in the chair as well.
What was not great, though, was the frolicking and running around that happened while I was in the chair.
When I heard the third person talk to them I was done. I apologized and took my half-cleaned teeth (and my renegade so-in-trouble kids) out of the office.
It was NOT a joyful ride home.
Once we hit home, though, R did a sudden melt. (There is a distinct odor of Eau de Drama eddying around that one. It's a little like Jean Nate.) Wailing as if her heart would break, she snugged her favorite blanket up and defied anyone to try taking it away. B and I just stared at her. 'Did you say you were taking away Blankie?' 'Nooo. Did you?')
Rosey had heard Dr Kelly talking about The End Of Thumb-Sucking, and had bided her time to let her displeasure be known.
And now, at last, at last, she's asleep, and I haven't got the heart/strength/courage to go see if her fum is stuck in her mouf.
Let her be a baby just a little while longer.