02 February 2012

Dental distress

Tonight will mark a new milestone for our family – Drew’s first visit to the dentist I’ll readily admit that I have been avoiding this visit like the plague. If you even come remotely close to the little guy’s teeth, his hair gets redder and his horns begin to sprout. Our twice-daily tooth brushing routine is typically accompanied by unearthly screeching, swatting hands, tears and many expletives murmured under our breath. In short, dental hygiene is a battle.

Despite the struggle, I know that it’s high time that Drew sees a dentist. To put things delicately, he has a snaggletooth that has grown visibly longer than the rest of his teeth. While we have come to love the tooth and accept it as part of his quirky charm, it probably does warrant a quick look to see if it is affecting his bite. We would be remiss if we ignored it.

Even if Drew did have the "snaggle" issue, the kiddo still has to get used to the dentist. I pray that he won’t grow up to be one of those individuals that is paralyzed by fear each time they get into the dental chair. It’s just another little life lesson that he will have to learn - you may not “like” it but you have to “endure” it. If all else fails the old creative dishonesty may work. Something tells me that the explanation, “if you don’t go to the dentist, your teeth will fall out and you’ll never be able to eat again,” might resonate best with him…he loves food THAT much. We’ll see how desperate I get.

Wish us luck.

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