Dental appointments and backwards pants

I took Gwendolyn to the dentist today and she was given a clean bill of health: no cavities and clean teeth (not going to lie, the clean teeth surprised me.  It feels like a constant battle to get her to brush her teeth and not just walk around with the toothbrush in her mouth.)  Yay!  The staff bragged on how well she behaved too, so I was pretty proud.

While we were there, I looked down at her and saw her pants were on backwards.  Obviously backwards. Slit pockets on her hiney kind of backwards.  Nothing to do about it there then though. And it wasn't hurting her, so no reason to say anything out loud to her and risk embarrassing her.

I sent Keary a message and his response was "Yeah, she was bragging this morning that her pants didn't have any buttons or snaps this morning.  I thought that sounded funny."  I probably would have checked or looked at the pants after that proclamation, but that is me.  I think it is a fine example of the differences between moms and dads: dads nod and go on, while moms check things out further.

At the end of the day, the backwards pants didn't hurt anything though.  Gwendolyn has clean, healthy teeth. And the dental hygienist gave her a little timer to help with the "Mo-om, how much longer do I have to brush my teeth?!"