My poor little guy has bad teeth. To be honest, it's only 4 of them that are bad. They have varying amounts of enamel missing. They are probably decayed. (I only say 'probably' in hopes that denial actually works.) We are heading to the dentist today. It's going to be horrible. He's only 2, and there is no way I can make him understand that the guy in the mask in the room with the x-ray is going to help him. The dentist reportedly has "the touch" with young kids, and can put otherwise jumpy children at ease, but I'm not convinced. I'd almost rather take him to a dentist that will sedate him. But I'm more afraid of sedation than of a screaming toddler. There is no joy here today.
I hope that the roads in Peoria are better today. We spent 3 hours travelling to nowhere on Saturday. blech.
On a more positive note, my girlie gets to spend the afternoon with Grandma Karen. She'll enjoy that, I am sure.