Dentist Marketing

What in the world! I am sure my ever increasing age will show through in this post, but I just can’t help myself. We went in to the dentist office for our 6 month check up today. When we arrived a six yr old boy met us at the door grinning ear to ear. His jovial expression and general elation only seemed odd for a moment. I mean coming from the dentist office one would expect tear stained faces and stifled whimpers to be the normal scene. But as we checked in and found our place it all became crystal clear as to the boys twinkling smile. His mom was now yelling “Thank – you dentist people!” Thank – you very much!” Sarcasm was dripping from her boisterous voice like a honey bear over a hot fire. “I will pay you back for this”. As she left I half expected her to scream with an evil laugh “I will get you my pretty”. Her son had been given a prize for his visit to the dentist. Not a plastic top or a ugly green frog or the googly eyed stickers I remember from the dentist. You know the kind, the ones a mom could actually throw away without any disruption of emotions from a child. Nope, this precious “innocent” boy received a whoopee cushion! From the dentist! Are you kidding me! What says “We Want You Back” more than a woopee cushion? J And now he had it loaded and ready to go. He was in search of his first victim when he dared my girls to sit on it. I can only imagine the bartering that went on in that car as he headed back to school. My girls watched the whole event play out before their wide eyes. With bubbling giggles they looked up at me as if to say can we get one too? Ya, right! I thought, my insurance pays for my child to get a woopee cushion but not a filling put in their head? As each child was taken to her chair I could only sit in terror at the thought of what they might bring back? You know, I knew there would be a time that I would have to let our girls leave the nest. People warned me this day would come faster than I would think. Never once did I think it would be this soon. Well, that time just walked in the door. And there I was, hoping that all that we have taught them and instilled in their hearts would come in to play when making hard choices, and that their consciences would not allow them to go down the “wrong path”. No training could have prepared either of us for this…. Oh and bonus points for the one who guesses which kids failed the test. (without looking at the pic)

Zoe's got bling!

Oh and just so you know we already scheduled our next visit! I guess the new toys work.