Samantha had her second dentist visit today. She was excited at first because I told her after they brush her teeth they will give her a balloon. Say no more! When they called her name, she stood up, went up to the hygienist and said, "Brush my teeth?" Then she climbed into the big blue chair and looked excited. It all went down hill from there.
It ended up that I had to pin her arms and legs as they did her teeth. I felt guilty even though I knew what they were doing was important. She stopped crying right when she could get up and sit with me. And of course the balloon made it ALL better. Good news: no cavities. Not so good news: the dentist could tell she sucks her thumb. I will not be dealing with the thumb sucking while Peter is gone. I refuse to take that comfort away from her. But I will be keeping it in mind for the future. 
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