Recently I made the somewhat misguided decision that I should take the kids (all three kids) to the dentist. By myself. This was not my best decision. When I originally scheduled it I thought Billy was off and could go with me. He wasn't. And I said "hey, I gave birth to these people, surely I can take them to the dentist". (I wish I had gotten better shots, but all I had was my iPhone obviously and every time I tried to take one someone started acting up.)
It started off good. As in, while we were in the waiting room it was good. (This was their first time going. I know I know...I probably should have taken them earlier.) Once Merrick got into the chair for x-rays it started to go downhill. Let's just say limbs were flying and people were crying (not me, but I thought about it) and I think I'll just learn to clean his teeth myself. Poor guy. I've never minded the dentist but know plenty of people who hate it.
Tizzy really didn't seem to mind. The kiddos are so completely different. She barely even flinched and was joking with the dentist. However she puked in the car on the way home to make up for it. Puke is never fun, but puke in the car after you've just had to pry a 4 year old off your body in the dentist office is even better. She seemed fine after, so i think she was just feeling left out of all the excitement. ;)