It's pretty cool that you can see her adult teeth pushing up on her baby teeth. However, the uncool part is that she has SEVEN cavities. She's FIVE YEARS OLD. SEVEN CAVITIES. We knew our girls didn't have perfect oral hygeine, but come on. Seven? We get to go back tomorrow to have them repaired. We haven't told her exactly what's involved. I've failed you, Dr. Shakespear.
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Clark didn't let me even get a toothbrush in his mouth until about a year ago. I'm terrified to take him to the dentist!
Yikes. This makes me want to get on top of Spencer's teeth.
Poor Sammy. Poor you guys. Yuck. I do NOT like the dentist. But, Becky - you've had some good experiences, right? You should take her to that great doctor who did the root canal for you.
ha.
Just one more thing she'll be working through with her psychoanalyst when she's in her thirties...
So, how did it go? Did she say anything funny with the laughing gas?
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