Cody Goes to the Dentist

Cody had his very first dentist appointment today. I'll admit, I was half-dreading it. He tends not to adore new "adventures" of that sort, and likes to be Fully Prepared For Exactly What Is Going To Happen, And In What Order. I did my best, and brought him to Julie, the single-best hygienist in the universe. She read him like a book. She explained everything, allowed him to touch everything, and let him push all the buttons -- the up and down chair, the mini-squirt gun, and of course, Mr. Thirsty--Cody's new best friend.

His big concern: "Is Mr. Thirsty also going to suck in my teeth? Will my teeth go down the straw? Because I would not like that." I assured him his teeth would stay firmly in place.

It made all the difference. He immediately relaxed and his innate curiosity and love of things with plugs and batteries overtook his initial nerves.

He was--to my pride and astonishment--an absolute trooper. I sat on the chair with him but Julie was so conversational that he just thought the whole thing was grand. His teeth look phenomenal and he was just darling. He thanked everyone profusely for making it all so much fun, and even fist-bumped the actual dentist on the way out.