Behold the majesty of this girl.
After a trip to our regular dentist, a course of antibiotics, and an abscess that refused to completely go away, Maia and I had a trip up to the Pediatric Dental Institute yesterday for a thorough investigation.
They had a good root around, but there was nothing for it- the tooth had to go. She endured forty-five minutes of hands in her mouth, four shots of Novocaine, anxiety that made her knees curl to her chest and tears leak from her eyes, but still she was brave enough to lie still and let them pull it. The dentists, hygienists, myself, bystanders, and angels on high collectively marvelled at this small wonder.
Second prize for Awesome People of the Day must be awarded to the dentist / hygientist tag team. They had a spiel so engaging and convincing that by the end I almost wanted them to pull my teeth out. Are you reading this, stoic dentist? Why do I never get to suction my own saliva out and push all the buttons to control my chair? When I close my eyes tight and listen really carefully, why don't you make secret snoring sounds so I think my teeth have gone to sleep? After seeing my daughter clap with delight and announce, 'I heard them, I heard them, they're sleeping!' despite just having needles jabbed into her gums convinces me that your approach is all wrong.
So to the victor goes the spoils. Six stickers from the dentist, two quid from the Tooth Fairy, and a magazine and dress from Mum. I would say that she has more dresses than she can shake a stick at now, but she is clearly disproving this idiom above.