I went to our new dentist while I was pregnant and I was informed that I might have two cavities, but they wouldn't know for sure until they could take x-rays, which they couldn't do while I was pregnant. Fast forward to August...xrays...3 cavities. Me = heartbroken.
I left the office and called my mother and cried. Yes, I cried. After all, at Tool and Michelle's wedding in January I waltzed up to Bridget (who is a dental hygienist) and stated that I was "cavity and proud to be" ~ she wasn't as excited as I had hoped.
Anyway, the point being, on Monday I went back to the dentist to get the last of my cavities filled. Of course, as soon as I got in the chair and numbed up, Addison decided that she was unhappy and started complaining quite loudly (you would have thought she was the one being drilled). The fabulous assistant at the dentist swooped her away and entertained while I was being fixed.
At the end of my appointment, Addison had a new toy...and she LOVES it.
And, for the record, if Addison starts taking her dental hygiene seriously now then she won't have to call me crying when she is 30 over a few cavities. My piece of advice....FLOSS!