When it was time for the fillings, the dentist was fast with the Novocain. He hid the needle behind him, warned that there would be pinch, and went for it. That worked great for the first shot; Katarina protested that it hurt more than a pinch, but by then he was already finished.
When the dentist moved to do the second one, she knew what was coming, and the tears and an unhappy screech filled the room.
Thomas was already halfway out of his chair, and headed toward dentist with a loud, "Hey man! That is enough. They aren't even really cavities!" before the shot was finished.
I reached out and pulled him back into his seat as the dentist turned, took a step toward Thomas, chest puffed out, saying, "Oh really? They aren't cavities?" At this moment, the dental assistant stepped in, diffusing the situation by discussing the procedure.
The interaction between Thomas and the dentist took five seconds at the most, but it was a very testosterone-filled five seconds.
The dentist and assistant left to give the Novocain a chance to work. When the assistant returned, she said that office policy is parents can not be in the room during the filling. She agreed to let me stay, as long as Thomas sat in the waiting room (I think that might not be a real policy).
It took less than ten minutes to do both fillings; the paperwork took longer than the actual procedure. It was really no big deal, and would have gone faster if Katarina hadn't asked him questions about every single thing he was doing. She didn't even flinch when we heard a child one room away screaming about x-rays.
When we got back to the waiting room, I asked Thomas what he was doing while we were in the back room. He said he could hear the child screaming from the waiting room, and thinking it was Katarina screaming, it was too painful to sit and listen to it.
He left the office, went to the *bar next door, and ordered a shot of tequila. When the bartender looked at his shaking hands, he explained that his daughter was next door getting a cavity filled.
Sometimes a trip to the dentist can be more traumatic for the parents than it is for the kids.
*I don't know which came first, the dentist or the bar, but someone was very smart when they picked the location for their business.