Yesterday morning the family got up bright and early (note the pajamas being worn below) and visited our good ol' family dentist, Dr. Terrence Cliney. Anya is now the 3rd generation of Lodwigs who have been poked prodded by the good doctor and orally assaulted by the hygienists in his office.
Anya's been to Terry before, we've brought her in on about three previous visits, but those were more of the, "Hi, I'm the good ol' friendly dentist, I just want to count your teeth and see how big you are" kind of visits. This was the full treatment. Cliney pushed on all her teeth to make sure none were loose. He poked around with a metal hook to look for soft spots on her teeth. The hygienist polished her teeth (fruit cocktail flavor) aggressively and mercilessly flossed her. Finally Anya opted for the bubble gum flavor paint-on fluoride treatment. I don't know if Anya has ever had bubble gum in her life so when she heard it was on offer she jumped at the chance. The whole time she was getting that horrid fluoride treatment she kept asking when she was going to get her bubble gum. Sort of broke my heart.
No cavities. The Dr. Cliney still thinks she'll need braces to correct her underbite (though it does seem to be getting a little better).
We promised her if she was good she would get 2 stars on her star chart and she didn't complain once. I was very proud of her.
But her crowning achievement was when the hygienist asked her if she wanted to be a princess when she grew up, she said, "No, I want to be a paleontologist."
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