A "Trip" to the Dentist

I was really hoping my kids would avoid the circumstance of hearing that shrill, high-pitched whistling in their ears as a dentist drills part of their "yucky" tooth away and fills it with a patch of material ~ but it was not to be their destiny.

Both kiddos have a cavity. But at the rate our dentist is going, they are going to look forward to getting them. Why? Our dentist (who is also pretty much like family to us) is just too darn good at his job. I know...that's a good thing.

I gotta say, Ben was not too keen on the idea of getting a filling...fear of the unknown and all. He asked me to take pictures and I obliged.

Ben went in this week (Shelby goes next week) and he actually had a "great time" (his words). As you may have guessed, he got the nitrous gas and loved every second of it. You can pretty much tell when it started working from the order of the photos!

He had the whole office in stitches with such loud comments as:

"I LOVE this gas stuff!"
"Can we get some of this at home when I'm having a bad day?"
"Hey...how did my arms get up here?"
"I just wanna take off all my clothes and run around!"
"Mom, why are you laughing? Is it leaking into the air you're breathing too? Careful...you have to drive me home."
"I was born happy!"

Yep...as usual, Ben was the one-man-personal-party, as GC used to call him. Even at the dentist, getting a filling, Ben is fun to have around. Thanks buddy. You can always make your mom smile!

Now go floss...