Danielle went to the dentist today. It was time for her six-month checkup, and she'd been complaining of some discomfort in the back of her mouth. We figured the discomfort might be caused by her wisdom teeth.
Sure enough, the dentist had to make a referral. Danielle may be in for a bit of a wait before the problem can be remedied, as there is only one oral surgeon in our area who accepts our state's medical insurance.
Her checkup, as usual, was lousy. This time, she had three cavities. (It's only been six months since her last check-up, so that's pretty bad.) Unfortunately, this is the natural consequence of her failing to brush her teeth.
It's pretty frustrating, but she simply won't perform certain personal hygiene tasks without a huge fight. Her breath is frequently atrocious, but we gave up on the twice-daily battle over tooth-brushing long ago. More than once, our insistence that she brush has triggered rages or violence, and we finally decided that it wasn't worth it.
Once, Danielle became so enraged by being asked to go brush before bed, that she became violent and scratched FosterEema hard enough to draw blood. We ended up calling police that night.
All this over a two-minute task?
The kid won. It's just not worth having to call the cops over a toothbrush. If Danielle wanted to have bad breath, gum disease and a mouthful of rotten teeth, that would be a decision kept between her and her dentist.
We stopped pestering, nagging and reminding, and things became a lot more tranquil around here.
Of course Danielle isn't happy about having cavities, either. I guess she'll have to decide whether the cavities are worth the convenience of not brushing her teeth.
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