Off to the Dentist

Our little baby and toddler who used to scream bloody-murder for any and all doctors visits has grown up. Yesterday, she marched into the dentist’s office as a vibrant, inquisitive 4-year-old, who nearly pushed me out of the exam chair for her own turn. In fact, she talked so much with the dentist and the hygenists that I could barely answer their questions.

The entire appointment, Natalie asked questions, opened widely, followed directions and excitedly anticipated each next step. For a first appointment, I really don’t think it could have gone better. I’m guessing the staff felt the same, based on all of their smiles and praise.

What a pleasantly surprising trip to the dentist. I hope it goes as well in six months.