That\’s my boy! When I first told him he had to go to the dentist this morning, there was some resistance. It did not last long. As we drove up to the office, Joel said, \”We\’re here!\”. He hopped out of his seat as fast as possible and was halfway in before I could get to the door. The hygenist came out and called his name. He hopped up as fast as lightning and ran to her side. I watched as he greeted the office dog (can\’t recall the name) and listened as he chatted his way down the hall.
Olivia and I waited while he endured such a fearful visit, but all we heard was chatter (I could tell some was through a stetched out mouth). I walked to the hallway door to try to hear what he decided to fill the staff\’s ears with, but I was not successful. Every so often, I heard that little voice - not with tones of fear, but tones of excitement.
I knew he was finished as his voice drew closer to the door. I heard him ask for another toy for his sister. This is something I notice both do for each other. If one asks for a snack for themself, I soon hear them ask for the other to have a bowl too. I love that about them. It makes my heart swell:) The door opened and Joel burst through. The hygenist said he was not up for the xrays, but he did delightfully well with the rest of the check-up. She was able to clean, and the dentist was bale to get a good look at his choppers. No cavities!
Good job Joel! I\’m so proud of you!!!
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