le dentiste

Since my visit to the dentist last spring, I have been impatiently awaiting my next appointment. Today was my lucky day. We had planned on waking up on time and arriving to my appointment very early to allow me enough time to play. We slept in. I got to my appointment barely on time . . . except they had no record of my appointment but they squeezed me in. And that allowed me ample time to play. I played before. I played after. They have such a wonderful selection of toys in the waiting room.

There was one mother there with three toddlers and she had to hold each of them down for the dentist. She was a mean mother and put the kids in time out right there in the dentist office for fussing and refused to let them pick prizes and told her kids they are bad and mean. Being a pediatric dentist might be one of the least fun jobs in the world. But I might refuse service to a mother like her though.

I was the perfect patient today. I sat still for the hygienist and also for the dentist. They marveled at my perfect teeth. You might recall that, last year, the dentist insisted that night nursing would decay my teeth. NO! We were right; he was wrong. My sister is jealous that it appears as though I will have such straight teeth.

I am teething right now and should have three new molars any day now. One has already broken through the gums. ouch.

After the nap that I didn't have, I mastered the art of somersaults. I bent down to smell a flower in the front yard and toppled over; that is how I discovered I could do somersaults.