Dancing in this hole

We took the Blob to the dentist this week. He is pretty good about cleaning his teeth and seems to have grown all the necessary stuff in his mouth, but we wanted to get into good habits with him so I booked him an appointment just to get the ball rolling.

We did a lot of preparatory talk about how fun dentists were and how the dentist really wanted to count his teeth, so we would just pop in so he could have a quick look (although the Blob insisted that he had 'eight or nine' teeth, he was happy to have someone else confirm this).

Armed with a bag full of distractions, we settled into the waiting room where the Blob proceeded to be adorable all over the place, reading books, doing as he was told and grinning widely at the receptionists.

Then he wanted to explore, so we let him roam a little, as there was nobody else in the room at the time, and he found his way into the very small hallway that separated the main door from the interior one.

I could hear a bit of shuffling going on, so I asked him what he was doing. He poked his head around the door and said 'Just dancing in this hole!' with such a look of glee on his face that I couldn't help but laugh indulgently.

Then his name was called, he stopped dancing and followed us meekly to the room with the actual dentists in it. At which point, he realised that this was a medical-ish setting and began to freak out in a way that only a toddler can. I managed to contain him on my lap, and although my best attempts at distracting him with the kindle were powerless in the face of his fear/fury, he did nonetheless, accidentally shout in such a way that allowed the dentist to have a quick look around his mouth and confirm that he had, in fact, got twenty teeth.

The assistant gave him a sticker, I gave him a cuddle, and we all trooped out again with the words 'see you in a year's time' floating out behind us. By the time we got home the Blob was thrilled at his dentist trip and had acquired four new sticks to 'bangininin onananana big green drum' within our garden (it's not a drum - it's a table). Everyone's a winner - roll on next year.