A Grand Day Out, pt 1

Today was momentous. Max's first trip to the dentist. He was worried (only slightly) that he'd get a tooth yanked if the "doctist" found one that wasn't shiny. I reassured him that he'd only have a polish and get a toothbrush and probably some stickers.

We got there on time, which in itself was a small miracle. (You try getting anywhere on time flying solo with two way-too-smart kids who need to investigate/discover/explore EVERYTHING.) We also had to hit every red light in the Fan, at which Hudson would comment, "Uh oh! We're stopped! We're stopped!" Max would then shout, "Dun dun DUN!" and we'd be on our way. (This also happened a week or so ago. I guess all the cool kids are doing it.)

The boys were their usual charming selves, and everyone told Max he had nothing to worry about. In the waiting room, there is a kiosk where, for a token (provided by the receptionist after the appointment), you can get your choice of stretchy guy, sticky guy, fake plastic ring guy, army guy, or colored bouncy ball. Kind of like at the entrance to Wal-Mart, only I felt less less ashamed for being there.

While Max was in the back, Hudson went apeshit over getting a ball. The receptionist, who I think has a mad-on for fathers, gave me a token to give to Hudson so he would relax and play with the ball and shut the hell up so she could keep shopping online for high heels or keep telling her coworker about the outrageous fees they're charging at her tanning place or about how "they" have come back and how she can't wait for "them" to leave and she hopes "they" don't leave a "mess" when they "go."

Hudson's ball was blue and swirly, and he fell in love, trading it for his beloved iTouch when the time came. We played catch for a while. He got upset when the ball rolled into the leg of his shorts and he had to get it himself. I told him that I wasn't going after the blue ball in his pants today, but if it was there for awhile, I'd take care of it. Much laughter from the ladies with nothing better to do. Hudson rolled his eyes. Honest.

Max was finished soon enough and came out with lots of crap: 6 stickers he'll lose in the car, a small toothbrush that isn't as cool as his brother's, a dental mirror that will end up being used as a weapon and a surgical mask that is sure to entertain and delight. The dentist said Max's teeth look great and he must not eat a lot of sweets. That fool!

Now Max can't wait to make frosted brownies and drink apple juice. Cole boys -1. Dentist -0.