Perhaps his last? Louie was a bit freaked out by the big bad dentist today. The woman who was supposed to be checking his teeth was off so Dr. P was the one who did all the cleaning and "explaining." I put that in quotations because I don't think he did all that great of a job. He comes in with a cap covering his head and a mask on his face and then he puts on this device that helps to see Lou's tiny teeth. Scary stuff for a little guy.
Louie did all right up until he starts cleaning his teeth and then that's when the tears and crying out began. Not much sympathy from the doc. Which is strange because although he looks like he belongs in a cube doing mindless paperwork, far away from human contact, he is a nice guy and (when I go in) seems interested in the patient's life, and always remembers the details. Besides, he has grandkids. Ben was having fun playing with Charlie and checking out all the dental equipment, then he was really concerned when his brother was getting upset. The nurse/receptionist (I have no idea, I'm pretty clueless about dentist offices) was absolutely great with Lou afterward and even managed to get him to smile. Both Lou and Ben were rewarded with Daffy Duck stickers (of their own choosing) afterward and a 6-month appointment set up for December. We'll see, we'll see.