A little conversation we had last night:
Me: Gianna, tomorrow we're going to the dentist.
Gianna: Dennis?Me: Den-tist. We're going to see Dr. Moses.
Gianna: Mowess. Awww. So tiny. Cute.
(Quick pause to try and figure out what she thought I said.)
Me: (realizing her train of thought) No Gianna, not baby Moses from the Bible story.....Dr. Moses. He's not a baby.
Gianna: Big boy!
Me: Well, he's actually not a boy. He's a man. A big man. He's going to look at your teeth.
Gianna: Big man? See him? Hug him!
Our last dentist visit was an emergency one when she fell and broke her tooth. I was a little tentative about how she'd react this time, but she was amazing. She did everything they asked her even when she was notably nervous. Dr. Moses told me that most 3 year olds don't do nearly as well as she did, much less 2 year olds. Good girl, Gianna! After her exam, she got off the table and ran to the dentist and said, "Hi Moses!" The girls got a kick out of that. Then she said, "Big man." :)
We got to the office at 8:35 for her 8:40 appointment. We left just after 8:45. Ca-ching! She left with all the fun stickers and trinkets. They couldn't have made it easier or more pleasant.
Gram also visited Dr. Moses this summer. Our visit was also incredibly pleasant - I hope they stay that way!
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