Popcorn is shy, painfully. If any person that he doesn't intimately know asks him a question he immediately plays coy--darting behind my leg, turning around, running away, snarling (my favorite, of course), or whining and repeating over and over, "I want Mommy!" Lovely. It's these things that make mothers have droopy eyes and frazzled hair from time to time.
Today was no exception. This lovely hygienist played to his desire for treats and coaxed and cajoled this kid into the chair, where he behaved perfectly once he got started. Okay, it might have been a blend of her kindness and the threats I was whispering in his ear even though I had a smile plastered on my face. Either way, he finally got there--with no snarling or pleading for Mommy I might add.
His favorite part was clamping down on the sucking thing. He couldn't hold in a smile--so cute. He came out with a clean bill of health--beautiful chompers, my boy.
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Popcorn, Nana is so proud of you!
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