Houston Goes to the Dentist

Well, he is seven years old, has a mouthful of gigantic teeth that it seems he will never grow into, and has yet to go to the dentist.  Probably time to take him.

The night before, I tried to describe everything to him beforehand.  He usually does much better when he knows what he is getting into.  They've got a water squirter, a spit sucker <insert imitating sound>, a scraper.  They're gonna brush your teeth and floss them.  And they're going to x-ray them so we can see how much money the tooth fairy will be bringing you, and how soon.  I explained that he will bite on this thing that will help them make a picture.  He questioned that since he is so strong, that perhaps he will bite right through it.

I checked him out from school and he did look a bit nervous.  He was a little squirlly getting into the car and having trouble focusing.  We arrived and he found a seat and then spotted a book to look at.

It wasn't but just a few minutes and the hygienist came out and called his name.  Houston and I began to stand and she gave me a funny look.  "Oh, can I come back as well?" I asked her.  "They usually do better alone."  I was not expecting this.  I'm certain that I was way more concerned than he was.  He follower her back while Holt and I hung out in the waiting room.

After about ten minutes, I asked the receptionist if I could go back to snap some pictures, for the blog of course!  He was doing so well!  The hygeneist welcomed me to join them since he was being so good.  They were nearly finished anyhow.

We sat together, waiting for the dentist to come in and inspect his teeth.  While waiting, Houston spotted the treasure trove, which happened to be right outside his exam room.  A trip to the dentist just got one hundred times more exciting for him.

He got a great report.  No cavities.  But we do need to step up our game on brushing the gumline of his front teeth.  One of his teeth is growing in sideways, so that makes two completely mis-aligned teeth.  And sealants.  Geez!  We never factored in the cost of dental hygiene when having so many kids.

And look at all those teeth that the tooth fairy will be responsible for reimbursing.  He picked out his two prizes and we were on our way.  "Hayes is gonna be SO jealous!" he said as he marched out the door.

Since he missed lunch, I stopped in Subway to pick him up a sandwich.  "This is cool, Mom.  It's like a Huey/Holt/Mommy day."  He reminded me umpteen times exactly how he wanted his sandwich, each time emphasizing mayonnaise on both sides of the bread.  Well, with only ham and cheese on the bread, that makes for a lot of condiment.

Note to self:  Next time you want to be completely disgusted and sick to your stomach, watch Houston eat a mayonnaise sandwich with ham and cheese.