Gunner proceeded to take out every single toy, book, magazine, and pamphlet. He also pulled himself up on a chair and sat next to a woman reading a book while she waited to be called back. He tried to grab her phone and book, talking gibberish all the while. He made friends with a young businessman and also grabbed the legs of the young man speaking with the receptionist. In true Gunner style, he never stopped moving, talking, or socializing.
Our dentist, a kind, soft-spoken man, came out to inform me that Sawdog had not one...but 5 cavities. Five! As he graciously laid out the plan to fill the cavities and encouraged me to handle Sawyer's tooth brushing for the next year, Gunner tugged on his pant legs and said, "Up! Up!". I may have giggled.
Despite the bad news, (cavities = $$$) Sawyer was well-behaved and cheery and the hygienist told me that when introduced to the dentist he chirped, "Are you Doc McStuffins?!" More giggling.
Oh, these boys of mine. I love them so, cavities and all. :)