The girl is upset there is no formal debate in front of the whole school. They pretty much get to put posters up and try and win a popularity contest. Too bad. She's already put in a request to the teachers to be allowed to speak publicly about her ideas and platforms. Girlfriend doesn't play when it comes to her beliefs and when she gets into her competitive mode. (I know. She gets that from me.)
We've been campaign headquarters this week.
Now to The Boy.
Vitt had his first dentist appointment this past Wednesday. I wasn't too awful concerned about it as I've been taking his sisters for ten years now. The first trip is never completely smooth. Except for Paige. She got to lay on top of me in the chair and she loved the hygienist so much, fear was never an issue. Makenna wasn't so easy. She refused to let the machines near her mouth, but she did lay in the chair and let them brush her teeth with a toothbrush. After that? I never had another problem with her.
Now we got Vitt.
The Boy wouldn't even sit in the stupid chair. And this is a pediatric dentist. I thought that would make it all smoother for him.
Nah.
Back home in South Carolina, our dentist there would NEVER make a child do anything. This practice? Was all about Vitt sitting in my lap, then putting his head in her lap so she could check out the pearly whites. And I know he needs to have his mouth checked. He's just so freaking strong. We were both sweating by the time all was said and done. Fred stood to the side trying to reason with a screaming little boy. He had to step in and grab a little fist that was determined to make contact with one of the people holding him. I gotta say, though, they never hurt him. That hygienist kept talking in a sweet calm voice the whole entire time. She rubbed his head and crooned to him right through his screaming.
And guess what?
When you scream, your mouth is open and all teeth are showing.
We did the same trick when the dentist came. All was pronounced well. It was remarked that he had beautifully white teeth. I responded that it was all the milk he drank. Then, we were told to back off on the milk. Yeah, okay. You tell Cow Boy he can't have his milk. I'm not gonna do it. Sometimes that's the only thing that gives me peace at The Edge.
Carla and her kids went with us at the same time. We didn't know if we would have to tag team and help each other out, but they took Vitt first. Then all three of hers went back at one time. It was Jace's first visit also. He and Vitt are the bestest of buddies now. I had to get a photo of the two of them practising showing their teeth. Jace, in all his four year old maturity, cooperated fully. Bless him. Maybe he'll give Vitt some "cool" lessons. (And he's quick to tell you that Miss Hope loves him, too.)
Of course we took pictures for future blackmailing purposes. Did you doubt that?
Oh, and Vitt wasn't allowed to get a sticker or prize at the end of the visit. He saw the stickers. He saw the prize drawer. I wouldn't let him have one. Am I a hard case? I sure am. I informed him that the next time he came, if he let them brush his teeth, he would be allowed to pick something. The hygienist looked at me in wonder and said, "You're old school. I LIKE that!" Mama don't play. I will not reward a child for acting like a complete froot loop. The hygienist said she wished more parents were like me.
Without further ado, I give you Vitt's first dentist appointment.
The partners in crime pose in a very serious manner out in the waiting room.
Hopefully, he'll get his heart right and come around to my way of thinking. Mama believes in good oral hygiene. There's no negotiating allowed on this issue.
And I truly hope this embarrasses the snot out of him one day.
