So, last night we passed another milestone in the G. household. TheBoy had his first cavity filled. Our dentist is pretty freakin' awesome, and TheBoy is pretty tough, so we got through it just fine. There were a couple hours where he was a little more drooly and less talkative than normal, but he bounced back just fine.
Not all the milestones are necessarily good ones. He reached one in first grade that I have yet to reach: first broken bone. He fell off the zip line on the playground and landed on his arm wrong, and broke his radius (ulna? I always get the two confused. It's why I went into Biochemistry rather than pre-med...) Getting the call that "your son fell on the playground and broke his arm" was one of the most sickening feelings I can recall, right up there with "we think he might have meningitis" (It wasn't, just a particularly bad bug going around).
First cavity at 12. He's doing better than me - I was 10 - and we have a much better dentist. Mine was more old school - the old "it's not dentistry unless you're bleeding" school - and I think he hired hygienists straight out of the Marquis de Sade School Of Pain Management. At one point I asked him if he was scared and he just shrugged and said "Not really". Some of it is the bravado of youth; some of it is the comfort of knowing that he trusts us and the dentist we see.
Yes, there are *some* things about Massachusetts I am going to miss...
That is all.