My kids love going to the dentist. I think it's a mixture of the entertainment there, plus all the loot they come home with. In fact, while drugged up for surgery last year, Noah famously told the nurse that his favorite Christmas present was his new toothbrush.
Oh, and we get ice cream after we go to the dentist. Perfectly logical after getting those teeth all cleaned up.
So yeah, my kids love the dentist.
Which, I guess, explains why Noah felt compelled to go dressed like this.
He was too cool to be bothered with answering questions.
Emma was nursing the spot where a tooth had just been extracted. And she had to get her first filling. She was a trouper, indeed!
Always a great big-brother, Isaiah made sure Braxton was having a good time.
With the exception of Noah getting his hand stuck between a giant, play-boat and the wall, which required the help of me, a nearby mom and a dental hygienist...my kids were great. I love that a task like taking four little kids to the dentist, which could be trying, goes exceptionally well with my kids. I have great kids!