I guess that my son trusts me. Nobody talks to him like I do. As my wife puts it, nobody talks as diplomatic and as honest as I do. Nobody is as calm and cool as I am and nobody is as quiet as I am, 90% of the time. After my son had a HUGE tooth pulled out last week (very painful) he was not excited to go back again this week. On top of that, the dentist was supposed to look at my teeth as well.
Don't forget, our dentist is my wife's brother. I'm pretty sure he takes every chance he gets at getting me back for sleeping with his sister, but still...he is a doggone good dentists and understands that I don't have a problem with pain but I have a major problem with fear. My son, the same. In fact, he said that he didn't know of any adult that could have a tooth taken out like my 7 year old son did.
So we get home from school and I start cooking lunch and we start brushing our teeth. I still can't even floss because I bleed so easily and once I start bleeding I can't get it to stop. We get to the dentist office and we are right in.
My son got a bunch of injections and had 2 teeth filled. I got down on my knees and held his hand the entire time and he would squeeze anytime that he felt pain. What I wasn't expecting was when it was my turn, he would be taking my picture as well.
