Nearing the tender young age of 2 and a half, it was high time for Luke to begin his passage into the real world by going to the dentist for the first time for a "happy visit," or warm-up to an actual cleaning. The trip was fraught with peril-- Kim was getting a cleaning at the same time and Nick was in charge of BOTH Luke and his hungry, breast-loving brother, Wes. Being every inch a man, Nick was unable to lactate, and so his powers of distraction and entertainment were sorely tested as he strove mightily to keep the baby occupied while the older child looked at all the happy accoutrements of modern dentistry, such as the "drill," the "fluid vacuum" and the "gouger." While interested as most boys would be in the various machines and what they could do, Luke became far less interested in the proceedings when he realized the hygienist intended to apply some of them to his own little mouth. However, he was quite entertained when he saw that the sprayer could actually shoot 5 feet across the room and hit dad, who happily obliged since it seemed to buy him a few seconds of time without either boy crying. So, while no dental work was done, Luke got his first taste of what will become a necessary, though harrowing, life experience: laying as still as possible in a chair while a masked person makes you as uncomfortable as possible and expects to be paid for the trouble. Welcome to the world, little buddy!
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