In an effort to take care of those teeth, chipmunkesque though they may be, I seem to have been suckered in by some kind of pediatric dental scheme. From what I read, this is about the right age to take Dylan in for her first dental visit. I obediently made her an appointment, which is no small feat because the clinic we can walk to requires you to be on hold for a minimum of 20 minutes to get one. When we got into the exam room the dentist praised me enthusiastically for getting her in so early. I now think perhaps the enthusiasm stemmed from me being the first person to have ever done so. In any case it is not clear that he had ever before seen a one-year-old, although he gave it his best shot. "Hi Dylan! Would you like a sticker?"
Kate grabs sticker from box and sticks it on Dylan's arm. Heh, that will keep her busy for a while.
"Dylan, would you like to pick out a sticker now?"
Kate and Dylan sit there blinking until he figures out that the child has not yet developed a preference for Spiderman vs. Batman.
"So, does she take a bottle before bed?"
"No."
"Oh. That's mostly why we want to get kids in this early."
***Thirty Seconds Later***
"So, when should I bring her back in?"
"Well, they say six months. But really a year is probably okay. Maybe nine months. You know, once she has all her teeth."
He somewhat sheepishly charged us for only an exam and not the cleaning because, you know, only four teeth. Actually he was quite good with Dylan during the exam and she was so mystified she just gave him the old blank stare. The nice ladies at daycare had a good laugh at me because they hadn't brought their kids to the dentist until they were two. Three! FOUR! Hah, I'm so dumb.
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