Avery ran up to me the other day saying "where's my toothbrush, I have to brush me teeth right now!" Her tooth was hurting her and she thought that by brushing them, it would make it feel better. (The whole idea of scaring her to brush or she'll have to go to the dentist and get a shot really backfired). The brushing didn't help so we made an emergency visit to our hometeacher's house (Stan the dentist) who determined that she needed a little work done. Avery informed me several times that day that it was the "lamest day of my entire life!" We went to see him at his office the next day and Avery had her tooth pulled. Poor girl. Abscessed tooth. I was so nervous for her that I asked her awesome Pediatrician for a dose of valium for her. I don't know if she was the one who needed it or if I was. Anyway, the tooth came out, piece of cake, and Avery was thrilled to have the tooth fairy come to her house twice in the same week. She wanted to write the tooth fairy and let her know how brave she was "so that she can give me extra money if she wants to. She doesn't have to, but she may want to, Mom." To top off all of the exitement, Stan the dentist's next patient just so happened to be Neil L. Anderson. Yep, we got the introductions which was very cool.
6 years ago