Enter the Toothbrush...

As I was drugging my child with Tylenol to help ease the sting of the four shots she received yesterday, I noticed something on her gum that wasn't there yesterday.

Milk?

No.

Oatmeal?

Uh uh.

Cat fur?

Thank goodness not.

Check this out...



Left side, bottom gum.

A little closer...



That's right, my child has a tooth! Upon my discovery, I called nearly everyone in my phone to spread the news. It's funny how silly little things become life-changing once you become a mother.

Admittedly, I did not have the best dental hygiene as a child. I would turn on the sink so my mom would hear the water running, then scrub the counter with my toothbrush for dramatic effect.

Of course I painfully regretted that aversion once I got my braces off in 9th grade, only to reveal a slightly yellow smile.

I'm determined to get this kid to love all things dental. Instead of toys, she'll be asking for floss, mouthwash and cinnamon flavored toothpaste for birthdays and Christmas.