Monday, 7 February 2011

No strait jacket required

It's Vanessa's birthday today (more of that next time), hence, I'm off on leave. 

What more opportune moment might there be, therefore, to send Jamie back to the dentist. 

He had been once before, six months ago, and refused to open his mouth (a bit like the dentist herself, who isn't one of life's great talkers)

But this time, our son became the world's most relaxed junior patient. 

And why might that be, I hear you cry?

Well, let me put it this way.

As a two-and-a-half-year-old, Jamie's treatment is obviously free - to him.

But his minute-long spell in the big chair today cost his mother and me a small fortune in "incentives."

Let's hope he never has to have a filling.

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