Sunday, April 15, 2012
Please Don't Bite the Dentist
This is a photo of Little Cub (16 months old) at his first dentist appointment. I really love our pediatric dentist office. If there's something they can do to make a kid happy, they do it. They even take a photo of a child's first dental visit and send it to the parents (see above). Unfortunately, it is the rare 1-year old who will calmly tolerate the invasion of his personal space by large, masked strangers... even if he is holding a blinking toothbrush. As much as I love our dentist, I do occasionally wish that he wasn't quite so large and bearded and male.
Cub was very well-behaved for the visit. I couldn't have reasonably asked for more. He did get upset when the doctor descended upon his little face and understandably so. The little guy started to cry and stopped immediately once his tormentor backed away.
In between the starting and stopping of the tears, my delightful little boy bit the dentist. The giant of a man with the big, bearded face let out a great big AAAAAEEEEOOOOOOOOWWW! THAT HURT! and jumped a foot. I started to laugh but stifled it when I saw that neither the dentist nor the child thought the matter funny. He turned to his dental assistant with a slightly hurt look and said, "He bit me!" as if that never happens to pediatric dentists. It must happen sometimes. Really. Or perhaps it mostly happens to dental hygienists.
Either way, I can hardly blame the child. There are times when I wish that I could bite my dentist, too.