An eight-year old patient sits on my dentist-friend’s dental chair with tears rolling down his cheeks. The boy cried that he can’t open his mouth because he’s too scared.
Since my friend can’t do with his mouth closed, he just watched closely. His mom then walked towards us, holds his hands and says, “Kurt, this is good for you. All you have to do is open your mouth so the Doctor can check your teeth.” He swallows hard, looks at the dentist and after fifty-five minutes, twenty mouthwash gargles, and three more buckets of tears, he asks this one simple question: “Just open my mouth?”
Then my friend cleans his teeth, do fluoride treatment and get him ready for the orthodontic treatment. He has since done sealants on his molars. Because his mouth is now open even before he sits.