today's 3 y.o. girl was screaaaming for dear life in the waiting room. wasn't sure if she'd make it to the dental chair. miraculously she calmed down and walked in, sat in the chair and seemed very curious. i asked her how old she was and she can only count to two so far. so 'dos!' it is!
her face was super feisty and it was kind of like dealing with combustibles. she was super cute with chubby cheeks and braids and cavities free teeth. but there was this tension in the air, as if at any moment she could burst into tears and not allow our dental visit to continue.
somehow i'm pretty sure that she was very aware that she had this kind of power. that she knew she could get her way. that she could manipulate the circumstances by playing her cry.
after the appointment i saw her reunited with big brother, who was just absolutely tormenting her. of course, he was having fun. she was totally annoyed and squeamish. little sister, my heart goes out to you!