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I took Sarah to the dentist for a cleaning this morning. I'm going in for my own appointment later. She has been complaining about a sore tooth. I keep telling her to brush more. She does brush more if she brushes while watching TV -- she'll brush and brush and brush until we take the brush away from her. Lately, she's been running upstairs before I finish my exercises and coming down, saying she's brushed. It didn't seem to me like she'd been brushing long enough, though, and the dentist said that the sore tooth is a new cavity. We talked about fluoride, and a more aggressive treatment was recommended.
They were going to give us an appointment in January for the filling, but I said her tooth hurts, and they found us an appointment at 11:30 Friday morning, thanks to a cancellation. Feed her lunch first, they said, so I told Sarah we could go to The Celery Stalk for some clam chowder. This was fine by her, as we had gone there last week and found that they only have clam chowder on Friday.
Then I drove her to school, and we talked about teeth. She confessed to me that instead of brushing, she has been getting the toothbrush wet and jumping on the bed. I acted surprised. Well, I was, about the bed. It didn't seem like she'd even had time for that. I told her that's why her tooth hurts now, and she said she'll brush and floss and use the Water Pik.
I'll be getting my new permanent crown this morning (update: already have, as of noon). I wonder how many real teeth I have. I could count the ones with fillings and find out. Sarah won't learn from my dental mistakes. She has to make her own.
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I took Sarah to the dentist for a cleaning this morning. I'm going in for my own appointment later. She has been complaining about a sore tooth. I keep telling her to brush more. She does brush more if she brushes while watching TV -- she'll brush and brush and brush until we take the brush away from her. Lately, she's been running upstairs before I finish my exercises and coming down, saying she's brushed. It didn't seem to me like she'd been brushing long enough, though, and the dentist said that the sore tooth is a new cavity. We talked about fluoride, and a more aggressive treatment was recommended.
They were going to give us an appointment in January for the filling, but I said her tooth hurts, and they found us an appointment at 11:30 Friday morning, thanks to a cancellation. Feed her lunch first, they said, so I told Sarah we could go to The Celery Stalk for some clam chowder. This was fine by her, as we had gone there last week and found that they only have clam chowder on Friday.
Then I drove her to school, and we talked about teeth. She confessed to me that instead of brushing, she has been getting the toothbrush wet and jumping on the bed. I acted surprised. Well, I was, about the bed. It didn't seem like she'd even had time for that. I told her that's why her tooth hurts now, and she said she'll brush and floss and use the Water Pik.
I'll be getting my new permanent crown this morning (update: already have, as of noon). I wonder how many real teeth I have. I could count the ones with fillings and find out. Sarah won't learn from my dental mistakes. She has to make her own.
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