Trip to the Dentist

Ian had his first trip to the dentist this morning. I didn't think it would be too bad, but he was in a pretty foul mood ever since he woke up. He was acting like a brat and whining and I envisioned our entire trip to the dentist down in flames. I thought that not only would it go horribly, but it would pave the way for him hating the dentist on future trips, too.

Was I wrong. Except for his desire to pour himself a cup of coffee in the waiting room he was fantastic. He sat in the chair and wore his bib and even the cute little sunglasses they have to protect against the exam light. He let the hygienist look in his mouth, polish his teeth and even rinse them off with the little water squirter/suction combo thingie. He never made a peep.

And to top it all off, he's got great teeth. It helps that he doesn't care much about juice and we don't let him eat much in the way of sweets. Let's hope he keeps them that way.