Among other things – sedate and do dental work on a grandchild. He did not like it at all. He drank the juice fine but from the time we got him to the dental chair and started the work it was downhill. We had to hold him down and then the cavity was deep enough to need a nerve treatment. So much for a small and easy job.
One more of those sessions to go.
When he came to the office this morning he asked his mom why he couldn’t visit Grandma at her house rather than her office.
I guess I will survive. As long as he forgets the fight to get the work done and as long as he still likes coming to my house.