Bear wasn't entirely sure about the dentist. He took his rat with him, which is usually a sign that he isn't feeling supremely confident. We got there in plenty of time, and bear was quite good waiting. I am working on volume control, but at least the loud comments were silly stuff and not some penetrating and embarrassing observation that young children seem to specialise in.
The dentist seemed happy with bear, and the dental nurse was lovely. Once bear had an audience, he was fine, and it seems he had ticklish teeth as when the dentist blew air on his teeth he giggled and giggled and giggled.
All is well with bear's teeth. He has one tooth that is starting to wobble (I am not looking forward to explaining the tooth fairy to bear) and no signs of decay.
The dentist was absolutely lovely, taking all the time to put bear at his ease and not to worry him - although bear often gives the impression of being permanently at ease, knowing what is going on is a great thing. As it was he strolled out proudly clutching his sticker.
Fingers crossed I will not have to return until August now.
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