We visited the dentist today. She was nice enough and seemed to know what she was doing. Zev wasn’t scared and in fact wanted to “bas?!” which means I want to get in/on that thing I am pointing at (in this case the chair), but can also mean I want to get down from this thing I am in/on.
He was actually having a grand time, what with all the pretty ladies admiring how cute he is, until he had to have flouride put in his mouth. They actually paint it …