Today while my daughter was working I took her children to the orthodontist. The oldest, who is 16, has braces and has been wearing them at least a year now. He was in for his monthly adjustment or check or tightening or rubber band snapping or whatever it is they do to braces. His sister, who is 10, was in for a 6 month check up because they are anticipating that she will have to have braces as soon as all her permanent teeth come in. There's some "crowding" there apparently and her baby teeth are bigger than her permanent ones. Though how you can tell that when the permanent ones haven't come in I don't know. The youngest, who is 9, was just there because he had to be - he didn't want to be and for sure didn't want to be going to the grocery store or to run errands or that kind of stuff. He asked about that the minute he got in my car, just to be reassured that he wasn't going to be forced into shopping with Grandma.
Have you been to the orthodontist lately? Me either. I thought I'd stepped into some new world...a place where the future became now and now became oh dear I'm old. The kids checked themselves in on a computer sitting on the counter for this purpose. They picked up their charts and went right straight back to....well, to .... well, this room where there were multiple dental chairs all set in a row. In one room. Lots of chairs. And lots of dental hygenists wearing little red suits, scrubs I suppose. It was sort of like an army of ants scurrying about. When I go to the dentist I go into a room that has one chair. Just for me. Privacy while I hold my mouth in that wide open awkward position that you never ever want any of your friends to see you doing. In this room children and their mothers are everywhere seeing everyone and everything. Even the 9 year old who didn't have an appointment went back there because that's where they had the video games for you to play while you wait. Video games. In the orthodontist office.
I'm having these horrible visions of the gynocology office of the future. Oh my.