The Gnashing of Teeth
Today Finn and Sam both went to the dentist for the first time. I know, Finn is closing in on three and half years old and never been to the dentist - I have never claimed to be "mother of the year." My children are lucky to leave the house with their hair combed. Anyway, I have been dreading this for about a year (it took me about that long to schedule Finn an appointment). I work in child welfare law and so many of the children that come into state's custody have a mouth full of cavities. I was terrified that I would be one of those neglectful parents. I was also dreading Finn's reaction. Well adjusted as he is, (NOT) I figured that this would be really rough on Finn. We have been talking it up for a few days. This morning Finn and I laid on my bed and practiced laying on our backs and opening our mouths. When we got to the office I had a ream of paperwork to fill out. Sam emptied my wallet and then explored. Finn read. You know your