H1 had her first root-canal at the wise old age of FOUR! What is the world coming to???
And Hubby told me that she was an angel at the dentist. She has followed all the instructions and said "Aaaaah" when told to, Spat when told to and hasn't even whimpered.
OK, OK, the fault partly lies with us...for buying all those sweets. What to do ane...the Mum's got a huge sweet tooth and H1 unfortunately seems to inherited it.
So now we've implemented a one-sweet-ONLY per day policy and that too only after a meal where she will brush her teeth/wash her mouth afterwards. (It's impossible to totally ban sweets in our houshold.)
Unfortunately for H1 apart from inheriting my sweet tooth she also has inherited my horrible horrible prone-to-decay-even-at-the-sight-of-sweets teeth. Every single one of my crowns are filled, boo hoo. Remember those days when the filling consisted of silver? My aunt, who is a dental therapist, used to say, "There is no need to give a dowry for Loku when she get's married. All you have to do is open your mouth wide and dazzle the would be suitor with all the silver in there!" ;o)