This morning, Griffin had a dentist appt. to fill a cavity. He actually did REALLY well. Normally he is crying from the second I tell him where we are going, until we leave the office. Today, there were no tears, not one.
As we were leaving, the assistant instructed, "Don't let him play with his lip and tongue." Of course I understood what that meant... he was numb. But what she should have said is, "Watch him every second for the next hour or so, because we've had patients bite their numb lip and tongue." Which statement would have put YOU more on alert?
I passed along the warning to Griffin, "Don't play with your tongue and lip -- they will feel funny for a while. I carried Griffin into the house and placed him on the couch. Thinking he would be okay watching a show,I went to make myself some toast. The next thing I hear is Jeff ask, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Griffin had bit his lip.
So now his memory of the perfect dentist appointment will be tarnished.
I've decided to tell all the boys that this (above) is what happens when you enjoy your teacher's silky shirt a bit too much.
(Griffin with Pre-K Assistant Teacher Mrs. Choo)