When we left the house for Miles’s dentist appointment today, my son had a simple request. “I want to see the dentist not put something in my mouth,” he said.
I shrugged. “Well, the dentist is going to have to put something in your mouth, buddy.”
Miles grappled with this for a moment. “No!” he said finally. “Mommy said the dentist not put something in my mouth!”*
“Well I don’t know why mommy would say that, because that’s basically ALL the dentist does.”
Finally, he compromised. “I just want the dentist to put candy in my mouth.”
I couldn’t lie. “Miles, the dentist’s primary job is really to get the candy out of your mouth.”
* I cannot confirm or deny whether Jaclyn actually told him this, although I would not put it past her.