The Dentist

Today I took my two exuberant children to see the dentist. He is a sweet young man, but quite over confident if you ask me. When I made the appointment, he assured me that I should not stress - the children would happily open their mouths for him. He after all, sees this situation every day and is a seasoned professional with regard to treating children (he looks about seventeen). Yeah right. I should introduce him to our poor nervous health visitor.

First up, Max in the dentists chair, automatic seat reclined, bib around neck, glasses on, light shining on mouth.

The dentist chirped:

'Max, why don't you show me the noise a tiger makes when he is really angry?'

'GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' said Max (through clenched teeth).

Children 1: Dentist 0.

Next, Freya in the dentists chair, automatic seat reclined, bib around neck, glasses on, light shining on mouth.

The dentist asked theatrically:

'Freya, why don't you show me the noise a big cat like a lion makes?'

'PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR' said Freya (with mouth pursed over teeth).

Children 2: Dentist 0.

The dentist was crushed.

'Look kids, what do you want? This is a busy clinic here.'

Freya described the prepared mango from the chiller cabinet in Somerfield while holding her hand over her mouth - and the dental nurse was promptly dispatched with a fiver. The bargain was struck.

I am starting to understand these two darlings of mine quite well. 'Mini Me One' and 'Mini Me Two'!