So today we had the consult regarding Monkey Boy's braces. The orthodontist who is also the kids' dentist is a very quiet, rather reserved Harvard educated man. He's always been pleasant but I wouldn't describe him as overly expressive. While we went through the various options for Monkey's dentition the kids played in the playroom located in the waiting room. After hearing the pros/cons of two rounds of braces and pretty much deciding Monkey would best be served by two rounds we decided to bring him into the orthodontist's office so that he could feel like he was an actual participant rather than just someone being told what to do (it's just a feeling we're trying to create for him, it's not real).
He sat patiently and attentively while Dr. Plain described the issues and how to correct them. He nodded in agreement when appropriate and showed genuine interest in the tooth model that made him gag and barf while completing. When Dr. Plain began to review the things he should not do with braces, the CHF chimes in that he should not chew gum with the hardware. Dr. Plain smiled at that and stated he thought she would become an orthodontist.
At some point the CHF felt the need to come over to the desk where I was seated with Monkey and as she sat on my lap she rips a ridiculously loud fart. Loud enough to be heard not only by Dr. Plain, but by the people in the suite next door who'd already gone home for the evening. This from a child that's all of about 32 lbs on a good day. Dr. Plain chuckled audibly and asked her to go sit by dad while waving his hand, likely to avoid the potential odor that was about to overtake his nostrils.
The discussion with Monkey continues and the CHF is sitting quietly on Dear Hubby's lap, she leans over and whispers something to Dear Hubby to which he attempts to quietly laugh. His attempt is rather unsuccessful and he becomes audible. Dr. Plain goes on with his conversation with Monkey. The CHF then chimes in and asks Dr. Plain if he's got lollipops. This is perfect timing because the discussion with Monkey regarding the brackets, bands and head gear (yes, my poor child inherited my overbite) has concluded and they're ready to move on. Dr. Plain reminds them where the lollipop container is and they scoot out of the room.
Dear Hubby joins me again at Dr. Plain's desk and proceeds to tell Dr. Plain and I that the CHF leaned over and whispered in his ear during Dr. Plain's discussion with Monkey that "He's (Monkey) going to have a grill".
Dr. Plain is after all, completely human and quite capable of expressing more than a smile and a nod. He actually laughed out loud and seemed genuinely amused. The CHF has quite a gift!
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