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T.Puzzle had an excellent six month dental check-up. Before we left for the dentist I kept reminding him that he needed to use his manners. He goes to a great practice that takes him back alone. Therefore, if I’m not with him reminding him every second about his manners, he has about a fifty percent success rate.
As we were leaving I asked him, “Did you remember your manners?”
“No, I forgot, Mom. It was a long car ride over.”
As I was signing Full Speed out of school and little T.Puzzle was running amok in the lobby, I had a serious moment of pause. Why on earth did I decide to have simultaneous dentist appointments for my boys? Had I tripped and hurt myself? Was my brain deficient of oxygen? As I left having outwardly shared my doubts, the receptionist calls out after me, “I’ll pray for you!” She wasn’t joking.
The pediatric dentist that I chose (and our insurance covers) is a good 45 minutes away. Again, why so far? Do I not have any good judgment left?
When we arrived they quickly took both boys back. I didn’t see them for over an hour. It. Was. Awesome. So worth the long drive.
I assumed that since I didn’t hear any screaming that they must have been fine. No one had cavities, Full Speed set a good example for little T.Puzzle (who was a first-timer) and the staff actually said my boys were ‘sweet’.
The only thing that was missing from this awe-inspiring experience was a martini bar in the waiting room. If they added that (which I suggested on their patient feedback survey), I would encourage monthly teeth checks for the boys. I want to do my part for the health of their teeth and the teeth of children everywhere.