First dental exam for G today.
It went well.
(If by well you mean spitting, clenching, writhing, screaming, hissing, and yowling as if he were a feral kitten left in the dredges of an Oklahoma oil spill to fend for its very life.)
And that was all before the doctor came in. True story.
I held shell shocked A (she was appalled that her bro was being tortured and I was standing in as a cold and calculating accomplice) with one hand and G's head down w/the other. Next time, I'm asking for the nitrous. And then maybe some for G.
Friday Bonus: Zero cavities.
Friday afternoon Bonus: There are openings in local preschools. God loves me.
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