Tooth Check Time, Take 2

We took Peeper to the dentist this morning and, sure enough, that little dot we noticed is a cavity. Or, I should say, was a cavity, because it's gone now.

The dentist said that, as small as it was, she would not recommend going the hospital / anesthesia route, because she could just "zap it out" and fill it in a couple of minutes, without even using a local.

So, we did that, and it really wasn't so bad.

While we were waiting for the assistants to round up the various instruments and materials, we told Peeper that "The doctor is going to tickle the bo-bo off your tooth and fix it up," and chatted with the dentist.

At one point, she asked, "So, how is she doing with her potty training?" Our initial reaction (both of us - we talked about it later) was "Oh crap. The doctor thinks she should be potty trained!" but then we realized that a> she's just making conversation and b> our kid is two months older than hers, who is not feeling the pee-pee-in-the-potty-thing either, so she's looking to commisserate.

(That said, Peeper peepeed in the potty this evening, before her bath! She did it one morning this week, when I managed to put her on right out of bed, and a couple of times lately, I've caught, well, the second half of a pee in the potty. So YAY for that! But, I digress. As usual.)

After the chit-chat, we did the filling, and it really wasn't too awfully awful.

Don't get me wrong, Peeper was none to happy about it, but the dentist pointed out that, although she was crying, she wasn't actually fighting her, and the whole thing probably didn't take five minutes. Probably more like two.

Of course, seeing how much she didn't like two minutes of having one teeeeeny cavity filled made us all the more certain that we'd made the right decision last time, when there was so much more work to be done.

As the dentist was finishing up, I asked if she'd be okay to "n-u-r-s-e" as soon as she was done (I didn't know if it needed to set or something for a while) and she was, so that fixed her up pretty quick.

The grape popsicle they brought her didn't hurt either.

When we were all done, we went to lunch, but had a few minutes to kill before the restaurant opened, so we wandered around a hippy, crunchy, filled with food I've never heard of grocery store for a while.

As we were showing Peeper the produce ("Look honey, a vegetable! You won't see anything like that at home!") we came across something called "watermelon radishes," one of which was cut in half to explain the name.

I showed it to her, and well, lets just say that it was well worth the 24 cents they charged us for it, because she's gotten way more pleasure out of it than that.

It even went to lunch with us.

I explained to her this evening that she can play with it for a while, "and when it's starts getting yucky, you can put it in the compost!"

("Oh, and by the way, when the pumpkins get yucky, you can put them in the compost, too!"

We'll see how that goes over.