My 8 year old went to the dentist recently after about two years. He had 8 cavities. We were asked many things, including, “does he eat a ton of sugar?”, “do you give him cokes?”, “how long has it been since you have taken him to a dentist?” I thought my husband was going to jump over the chair and start wailing on these wonderfully judgmental faces, but, instead states, “we grow our own vegetables, for God’s sakes.” I was very proud of him because the veins were popping out of his forehead, and he restrained.
Needless to say, we have had several visits to the dentist since then. Only one of which my son didn’t bite or threaten death on someone. The funny thing about Jack is he is perfectly fine until he spots a needle, and then he is Predator. He literally transforms into another creature. It’s not at all humorous when the dentists and his LOVELY help are looking at you like you are a horrible parent because they assume you bathe your child in caramel and rinse them with high fructose corn syrup. It is, however, funny when you realize how mortified you are that you birthed predator and that he is an exact replica of his mother at her age… except for the mouth he inherited from his father that never stops talking, especially when he’s dosed with gas at the dentist and proceeds to explain to the dentist that his nurse is, in fact, making fun of him.
So, now comes the hard part. We either make our son take the needle like a champ or we take him to the hospital to put him under general anesthesia where one of the side effects listed is….DEATH. Needless to say, the kid is on lock down until his teeth are fixed. shot included.