I see that Dooce and I had similar experiences at the dentist this week. Kid freaking out. Check. Kid sitting on mom's lap. Check. Happy ending? Not so much. My kid tried to bite off the dentist's finger and cried for hours afterwards. He only got through the day with lots of hugs and hours of Cartoon Network.
Yesterday made up for Wednesday. We took a spontaneous trip into NYC to have lunch with Steve in Times Square. Here's Ian picking out the most disgusting ice-cream in the Mr. Frosty truck. It's Tweetie Bird with purple bubble gum eyes.