When we walked in, there were toys. The Tinkerbell movie was playing on the tv. There was an inviting checkerboard just waiting for my children to play a game.
All was well.
Until they called my son's name.
You see, we were at the dentist's office. I take the kids in every six months for a cleaning and check-up. Ella FREAKED out on her very first visit but she's been fine ever since. Evan has always done well...afterall, he has a great role model in his sister. Yesterday really wasn't any different except that the office 'cat' seemed to have gotten Evan's tongue.
They called his name. He dropped his head and slumped his shoulders. He seemed to be barely putting one foot in front of the other...to the tune of doom and gloom from all cartoons. You know the one.
He did not say ONE WORD.
He answered no questions.
He simply opened his mouth for the cleaning and barely nodded for a yes or no question.
It was quite a sight!
I told him that I know exactly where to take him next time he gets loud and obnoxious at home.
The dentist's office.
I can no longer say that kid doesn't have a mute button....