. . . an East Coaster's journey to living on the West Coast . . . a woman's humbling adventures in parenting and homeschooling . . . someone trying to figure life out . . .
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
...unfortunately that didn't work...
....so we resorted to the professional teeth-puller-outers.
I don't understand 'Shroom sometimes. Last month when he had is bi-annual cleaning, he squirmed around in the chair a lot, had to be coaxed to open his mouth several times and was clearly uncomfortable and afraid. Today, he took the shot (two actually - one for each tooth) without any tears, fussing or squirming.
He was a trooper. For someone who was afraid to wiggle his loose teeth because of the anticipation of pain, he did amazingly well in the dentist's chair.
I told Air Boss that had I been there (I wimped out and was relieved Air Boss was more willing to go), I would not have been able to watch, let alone take pictures.
Well, two teeth down....18 more to go....
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