Plan B

Meggan took Everett to the dentist this morning to get a tiny cavity filled. We were pretty concerned about him getting any anesthesia since he's never had it before. Turns out, that was the least of our concerns. Apparently, we should have focused our worry more on the possibility that Everett would go gangster, refuse to lay down, and resort to swinging at his mask and on anything else that got near him until the dentist said he couldn't do anything unless we gave him a Valium.  Needless to say, we said no to the drugs and Everett still has a tiny cavity that we decided we'd just keep an eye on for the sake of the dental staff's safety.