In the last ten days or so, Shortcake has been complaining intermittently of a toothache. In the first few days the pain only presented itself at bedtime. I took her report as a stalling tactic, used her front teeth growing in as a plausible excuse for the discomfort, and sent her back to bed.
Since last Thursday though her reports have become a little more frequent. The pain apparently hit its peak yesterday, culminating in a trip to the school nurse, a call to me at work, and a delivery of Children's Motrin (generic, Munchkin! No more administration of moldy OTC medications for my children!) just after lunch by The General.
Luckily there was a cancellation and I was able to get her in to see the dentist this afternoon. Verdict: one whopper of a cavity. My American Girl (as everyone in the office referred to her the entire time she was there) handled each procedure so incredibly well I couldn't help but stare in amazement. Not one tear, whimper, or look of fear. Almost 45 minutes after the appointment began she had a filled cavity, clean teeth, a toy from the treasure chest, a new bag filled with tooth care paraphernalia, and the sweetest lopsided grin I've ever seen in my life.
(P.S. I know it's wrong but watching her try to get used to a "sleepy tooth" was downright hilarious. Granted, it was no David After The Dentist moment, but it still made me giggle.)