R and G are. Their first trip to the dentist was going well up to the point where they went into the room. Even the twinkly Irish dentist couldn't charm them into co-operating. They both clutched my hands for dear life, wailing MUMMY MUMMY and refusing to open their mouths so that the dentist could check their teeth.
Between wails, he managed to have a half-decent look at their chompers and said they were just fine. He wasn't too concerned about G's extra bit of tooth behind one of her bottom front teeth and said he'd have a proper look in six months' time - if the girls decided to let him!
Twinkly Irish dentist is an identical twin himself and was fascinated by the girls. Apparently his twin brother is a doctor. A dentist and a doctor - their mammy must be very proud! He attempted to check my teeth but was slightly put-off by the two pairs of identical green eyes staring up at him as he did his examination.
So, R and G's first trip to the dentist wasn't exactly a roaring success but you can't exactly expect two wilful 20 month olds to willingly agree to having their teeth poked and prodded, can you?
