Our dentist is a man of the Bible. We found him through our food co-op; he's a Weston Price fan, too. He had a Bible quote on his office wall done in letters from butterfly wings. Woody had fun comparing the various 2's and E's. We talked about negative and positive space and what a proverb was.
They were very kind and sweet and gentle once we got back to the room, and Fox wanted nothing to do with them. He had no problem telling the hygienist what he wanted ("I want you to go away.") or telling me what he thought of the dentist ("I hate him.") or letting me know his plans ("We're going in the car."). So, I will have to think harder on that one, since he's the one with brown spots on his teeth and significant decay. We were referred to a pediatric dentist.
But during all this, Woody stood by, watching and listening, glad, I think, that the focus was not on him. When the hygienist wanted to take a picture of Fox's smile, and Fox buried his head deep into my jacket, Woody agreed to get the picture taken first to show Fox it was quick and fine. I don't think he would have been OK with that being his visit, but he was fine with being the older brother at Fox's visit. Sometimes it's easier to go out on a limb for someone you love than it is for your own self.