Here is an impressive poem my 8 year old patient, Madison Kiesel, wrote for us during her ride to our office this morning:
I thought going to the dentist was going to be scary.
I thought Dr. Molly was tall and hairy.
I have been scared all night, awake with fright, nibbling my nails, thinking all the scary dentist tales.
Mom says “Get in the car, it’s time to go.”
I go to the car kicking and screaming, to and fro.
What did I see when I opened the door?
My jaw dropped to the floor, this very nice lady welcomed me with a smile and said come sit and play for awhile.
I heard my name called to sit in the chair.
I looked up and saw Dr. Molly there.
She was pretty and nice and didn’t have lice.
She said, “Open your mouth, I need to look South.”
“Ok”, she said.
I said, “Oh No, I don’t want to go. I’ve had so much fun. Can we do it again?”
“Come back in 3 months,” she said with a grin.
