Oral surgeon: So, do you know why you're here today?
Precocious 8 year old: Just to meet you and, like, talk about what you're going to do. But you're not going to do any surgery today or anything.
OS: You're right. So, do you have any questions for me?
P: Yeah. Om, how are you going to keep my mouth open? Cuz' usually I sleep with my mouth closed.
OS: We have something called a bite blocker that is rubber and we'll have you bite down on it with your back teeth before you fall asleep.
P: Cool. So, am I going to have stitches in my mouth?
OS: We will put some small stitches in there, but they will dissolve, so you don't have to come back to have me take them out.
P: Dissolve? What the heck?
OS: Yep. They are made out of catgut.
P: Cool! I'm going to have cat guts in my mouth. That's kind of gross.
OS: The only thing I am a little concerned about is that sometimes when we put little girls to sleep they wake up feeling a little sick to their stomachs. You're very petite and I want to make sure the medicine doesn't make you feel like you need to throw up.
P: Don't worry. I'll just lean my head towards Daddy if I need to barf.
She's having a total of eight teeth extracted from her gums in an effort to find enough space in her mouth for the permanent teeth she already has. She's seen the x-rays, understands the procedure enough to explain it to her father, and is looking forward to subsisting on a diet of pudding and soup and ice cream for a few days. As we walked through the parking lot toward the car after our visit I asked Little Miss Precocious what she thought of the surgeon.
"I liked him. He seems to really like kids and he told me the truth. That's all I needed."