dentist visit, take two

I have confession to make: I bribe my child.

A skittle for letting us clean out his ears, a starburst for cleaning up all his toys without whining, multiple skittles for scoring a goal at soccer... I have no shame.  And really, I don't feel bad about it.  Sometimes you just need a little incentive.

Yesterday we headed back to the dentist.  He was leery.  So was I.  But when I was there last week they had an opening and I just took it.  Dawn, my hygienist and mama of one of my school babies, suggested I talk to him and see if I could figure out exactly which part of the dentist he didn't like.

Of course, he had a list.  First up-- the chair.  Followed by the weird toothbrush and nasty toothpaste.  The toothbrush and toothpaste were an easy fix.  I just took his.  The chair I wasn't so sure of.

Long story short, yesterday went great.  He sat in my lap in the chair.  An easy fix for what he obviously feels is a giant issue.  {And by giant issue I mean he's asked about the chair forty eight times in the last two days.  What?  He gets his anxiety honestly.} After that it was smooth sailing.  He had his teeth counted, cleaned and flossed with no complaint.

And afterwards, he picked his reward.

Yogurt Mountain. Pink lemonade sorbet with a healthy dose of sprinkles and gummy bears.