I've decided to take the high road, and not officially talk about this on my blog. However, I just have one teeny, tiny thing to say. Slander is spoken, libel is written. And don't call our son spineless, okay?
I took Gabriel to the dentist this morning...for the first time. I? Rock. I would've taken him earlier, but he was still on Healthy Families until Jan. 1st of this year, and my dental choices were terrifyingly ghetto. If I hadn't known that I was switching him to my insurance as soon as They would let me, I would have sucked it up and either paid out of pocket or gone to Scary Dental Clinic. But I knew, and I waited.
I took him to a pediatric dentist because my sister had bad luck taking her kids to our regular dentist, simply because he doesn't have the proper equipment for tiny mouths.
Gabriel doesn't have any cavities, and I apparently brush his teeth enough, and he was really well behaved, so that was all good.
His dentist creeps me out in a very vague sort of a way, so that's bad. He kept saying things like, "I'm really jazzed that you chose to bring your son to our office," and "You should be totally psyched, Gabriel's teeth look great."
I'm still dying of...something.