Micah's first trip to the dentist!

Tim took Micah to the dentist for his very first cleaning today.  I had only talked with him briefly about it, so I don't think he really knew what it was about until he actually got in the chair.
You can almost see the thought bubble above his head saying, "Hmmm, think I can make my escape??"

While Daddy got his teeth cleaned, Micah waited and watched.  He also got a book to look at called, "Going to the Dentist."  I think it actually should be called, "I'm at the Dentist - Now What?" but they didn't consult me on the choice.

With his cool protective shades. Secretly, he also has a Blues Brothers suit on underneath the paper gown thing.

First they counted to see how many teeth Micah has.  I think the final count was 20.

Then they used the flouride to clean his teeth.

All done!!

Tim says Micah totally sat like a pro the entire time - no crying, no fussing, no screaming about being there.  Which is a lesson to me that we often teach fear to our children proactively, and always unnecessarily.  A lot of kids dread the dentist, the doctor, and other helpful people because of bad experiences that their parents have had.  I'm grateful for a really good dentist, and I'm really glad that Tim and I were able to let Micah experience this on his own, without any issues imparted by us.