Dentist redux

Lest anyone think the April 2010 visit to the dentist was a fluke:

I'm not one to be too braggy (Grandpa is and apologizes for it not one bit) but Andrew was perfect.  Per-fect.

How many two-year-nine-month-old kids do you know who let some woman dig around in their mouths for 10 minutes?



Even when being dentist-ed, Andrew mugs.



Mission complete!

And he's got the swag to prove it.  He picked a plastic fish.  Then Dr. Harrison told him he gets two prizes so he could go choose another.  He looked at her like she was crazy.  But just for a second.  Then he hightailed it back to the prize box before she could change her mind.  He selected a shark.  His pacificist tendencies are emerging (lots of kisses for his stuffed elephant and his five imaginary babies that alternately live in his tummy, my tummy, and downstairs) so I resisted the urge to show him how the shark would say hello to the fish in the real world.  He also collected a flashing toothbrush, bubblegum toothpaste, and some flossers.