Ricki had a dental appointment yesterday afternoon—a check-up. She acted up (a bit) on the way there, and on the way home. But at the dentist’s she was fine—even better than fine. She decided that she wanted to go into the examination room alone (“I’m a big girl already.”). I consented, with a thought of “let’s see if she actually GOES in alone”. I was also very pleased that the dentist understood, and readily agreed. (Of course, she gave me a verbal report afterwards.)
What is most amazing is that Ricki agreed to have the dentist swap her teeth with fluoride. Wanting to be big has a BIG effect and power. (Of course, that didn’t stop her from begging me for a drink all the way home, despite the dentist’s orders to the contrary.)
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