For a couple years now, Andy and I would take Sophie with us to the dentist, just so she could get a feel for what it was like. She loved the trips because she got to sit on a stool that swiveled and she always walked away with a new Dora toothbrush. Still, I was nervous when it came time for her first dentist appointment. Andy offered to take her, while I stayed home with the boys. I, perhaps selfishly, happily agreed to this plan, fearing the worst.
She did great.
Which makes me wonder, why is it she’ll sit still, open-mouthed, smiling while having her teeth scraped but the moment I try to put a brush to her hair she immediately begins flinging herself backwards, reaching for the brushing saying “I can do it!” And by do it I mean she puts the brush down, takes both of her hands and flips the sides of her hair back and then says, “Done. See! That’s how I like it. No brush.”
Then again, I don’t give her new Dora toothbrushes every night.
“Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond.” —Miguel de Cervantes
