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I took the boys to the dentist for the first time yesterday.  I attempted to psych Ryan up for quite some time by tempting him with the promise of dentist-visit trinkets and a motorized “ride” of a dentist chair (”So cool, Ry!”).  I read books about children visiting the dentist and told him that there most definitely would be some grat gadgets to explore.  Through this all, I was nervous.  I wasn’t sure how my three-and-a-half-year-old would fare.  And through an entire cleaning?  And those plaque scrapers that, to me, look like the talons of a vulture coming in for the kill?  In my mind I could just see it…a fight to the finish, the end resulting in my walking (very fast) out of the office with a screaming child in tow.  Heck, probably two screaming children since Noah tends to cry when his brother does now. 

My fears were for nothing.  Yup…you heard me right.  My son rocked! :)  He sat in that dentist chair and once the hygenist gave him some batman glasses to wear, he was sold.  He cooperated throughout the entire cleaning and check-up.  Flossing, too.  And the claw?  He didn’t even cringe.  I was so darn proud I don’t even want to know how I’ll react when he graduates kindergarden…or worse…on his very first day of school.  Yes…I know…I’m absolutely and utterly ridiculous.  But you would have been proud of him, too

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