Teeth Brush!

Ever since the big kids had their six-month check-up at the dentist last fall, Bubby has been asking and asking when he gets to go "get a teeth brush" too.  In fact, for about a solid month after the last appointment, he asked me every - single - day.

Our dentist doesn't start cleanings until the age of 3, so Bubs was just a little too little last time.

I'm really not sure what the fascination was or is, but, at last, his moment arrived!

  

   He decided he might be nervous, for a minute.  But Brother cheered him out of that pretty quickly.

Into the chair!

He was such a good boy and followed every instruction he was given just exactly.

Meanwhile, Baby Sis was out in the hallway treating the event like the true spectator sport it apparently was and cramming a cheese sandwich in her mouth like it was her job.

Say, "ahhh!"

There was no shortage of moral support.

And moral support apparently comes in many shapes and sizes.

Back in the hall, Baby Sis was fraternizing with the office dog and soaking up lots of kisses, which I'm sure had nothing to do with the cheese sandwich.

Almost done!

Just one more check by the dentist himself,

and the long-awaited "teeth brush" was a wrap!

As I was gathering our things -- which let me tell you when you have six scheduled dentist appointments, it takes a while, and there are a lot of things -- Bubby scampered out of the room to choose a prize from the prize box.

It wasn't long before I heard him exclaim from the hallway,

"Mommy!  I found the farts!" 

Oh, yes, what better prize could there be?!

We thanked the dentist, tried to leave as little evidence of our visit as possible, and headed out into the corridor which leads back to the parking lot.

 I should note - it's a very long corridor with intense echo capability.

And it has a bench, what luck!

Of course, Bubby had to try out his prize.  Because the only thing funnier than farts are echoing farts.

And they just get funnier every time!

By the time we got to the car, he was completely unhinged.  

In fact, I had to pull over on a side street to take this picture because the whole way home he was laughing one of those laughs that you can't hear without laughing too.

It's the little things I guess.

But I have to say, his first trip to the dentist was all-around a rip-roaring success!