W's first trip to the dentist

First order of business on our extended-stay to Utah was a trip to the dentist.  My dentist in St. Louis recently retired, and since I'm not wild about his replacement, I saved my dental visit for my favorite dentist, Dr. Johnston.  He has seen the good, the bad and the ugly of Waterfall dental hygiene. He's been a staple in our family as long as I can remember.  In fact, I remember sitting on my mom's lap at his office for my first trip to the dentist probably 25 years ago, so I figured he'd be a great dentist for Winston's first visit, too.  Plus, he always cracks jokes at your expense while your mouth is wide open, making it nearly impossible to laugh or defend yourself.  

Dr. J's staff was so great.  I mean...amazing.  Instead of distracting W with TV's or video games or movies while he sat in the chair, the hygienists joked with him, showed him the tools, made him laugh, the works.  A beautiful, new office with state-of-the-art staff (I promise I'm not being paid to say this).  

As soon as W got over his skepticism of the moving chair, I stepped out into another exam room for my teeth cleaning.  The next 20 minutes or so I could hear him laugh and make motorcycle sounds and ask "What's dat?" about a thousand times.  It was so fun and so not traumatic.  

After his exam and a clean bill of dental health, W thought it was the best thing ever that he not only got to look at new tools ("water guns" and drills and vacuums), but he also got prizes like new toothpaste and a Cars toothbrush (which meant he HAD to brush his teeth as soon as we got home).  He was such a champ.  First dental visit was a total success.