The whole family went to the dentist today - not Ds2's favourite place. Ds1 dutifully went first to demonstrate and we said to Ds2 -"then it will be your turn" which led to a series of wails of "it won't be my turn" and I thought here we go. But he was really good. He lay back on the chair by himself and even tried to open his mouth and the dentis managed to get a look at most if not all of his teeth. What made me really proud was that I could see he was nervous but that he was really trying to be good rather than it just happening that we got him on a "good" day.
He is really proud of himself too and keeps telling us the story of how Ds1 went first, then Ds2 then it was Mummy's turn then Daddy.