Dentist

Yesterday was Samson's first trip to the dentist. I was unable to go but got a full report afterwards, including a discussion of the "magic chair" and an explanation of why it's not scary when the hygienist wears a mask.

According to Vicki, when the hygienist put the mask on, Samson became like a Victorian gentleman in the presence of an exposed ankle. He turned his head and simply looked away. It took a bit of coaxing to get him to face forward again, but we've noticed this is something he does when he knows there's something that might frighten him. [For the record, he is not afraid of ladies' ankles.]

Man I wish I had a photo of him in the dentist's chair wearing the little lead blanket and waiting for his X-rays.

Clearly this dentist knows what she's doing, because he came back with a bag full of goodies and couldn't wait to go upstairs and brush his teeth.

I expect we'll be playing a lot of dentist in days to come. Which means Jane better watch out...