Usually the mister takes her. I thought he could give it a go after that 18 month appointment where she sat on my lap and wouldn't let them clean her tiny teeth with anything other than a regular toothbrush. So he did, and of course she was suddenly bold and brave, excited to get a polish. And then later, x-rays when she fell on her face and smashed her front teeth so hard they were nudged out of position.
In fact when the mister takes her, a visit to Dr. Lisa's is so much fun that she gets crabby any time we're going to an appointment that's not with the dentist.
Except, that is, when I take her. Let me clarify: Today's appointment was just a checkup. Nothing new, nothing she hasn't excitedly done every three months for the last year because of her tendency to fall directly on those two front teeth. But the hygienist was surprised enough by her sudden timidity to remark that she seemed more anxious than usual and even asked if she'd had shots or a blood draw recently.
Before you even think it, I should say that I'm not scared of the dentist. I love a good cleaning - heck, fill a cavity if you need to since it means an hour of something a lot like alone time. Dentist appointment? Bring it on.
So I just don't get it. What is it about me that makes the dentist suddenly so much scarier? Am I projecting some sort of anxiety inducing psychic energy? Did I say something weird? (I totally didn't, by the way.) Is it just a mom versus dad thing that I've never heard of before? Why can't a visit to the dentist be fun when I'm around?
What's wrong with meeeeee?