Once Dylan turned two, I decided it was time for him to see our dentist, Dr. Jenny. Reagan was due for an appointment, so I thought it would the perfect time for him to see her go first and then have his turn.
Reagan is always a champ at the dentist or doctor office. She has little to no problems with shots, opening wide, and any other poking and prodding that come along with the appointments.
Dylan, however, clamped his mouth closed and could not be persuaded to open by me, the doctor or his sister. We were able to count his bottom teeth (8) and that was all! We'll just try again next time!
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