Two separate kid dental appointments yesterday morning. McKay's first ever cleaning with a Dr. Winkelmann. Easton being checked out for a problem baby tooth by Dr. Klinger. Separate offices, three munchkins, one mom, in three hours.
Was there a quintessential moment, you ask? It'd have to be this wonderful combo when Easton began wailing inconsolably over having to be x-rayed. The hallway was full of patients waiting for their turn next and the technician starts checking her watch for the lunch hour because Morgan also chooses this moment to begin screaming and arching her back to be put down so she can wander at will. Then top it off with McKay howling and clutching my pant leg about opening his "prize" from his teeth cleaning. Good times, friends, good times.