Like another member of her family who shall remain nameless (cough), G borders on obsessive when she finds a new book series she likes. Right now, it's Warriors, which is about mystical clans of feral cats. She mowed through the first book over the weekend and finished the second one tonight, and she's reminded me no less than 10 times that we need to go to the bookstore and procure the third installment ASAP. It's a 15-book series, and at this rate, she'll have gone through them all before school starts back up. Luckily, she also loves to reread, so she'll probably just begin again at that point. I'm starting to think I should read them myself, though, because she wants to discuss them with someone, and it's hard to knowledgeably debate the merits of "warriors" vs. "kittypets" when I have only a vague idea of what those terms mean.
In not-so-great news, we found out a couple of weeks ago that G has a small cavity in one of her back teeth, and this morning we attempted to get it filled, "attempted" being the key word. G tried, she really did, but she gagged every time the dentist put her fingers in her mouth, and she couldn't force herself to hold still for the Novocaine injection. At last, she was shaking and crying and it clearly wasn't going to happen, so we gave up for the day.
The dentist, who was very nice and patient, recommended going to a pediatric dentist because they use nitrous oxide to help phobic kids calm down -- which is great, except that our insurance doesn't cover treatment by a pediatric dentist for anyone over 7. If you're 9, you have to suck it up and go to the grownup dentist, or else pay out of pocket. Needless to say, I think this is supremely stupid (hello, last time I checked a 9-year-old was still a kid), but I can't just sit around and let G's tooth rot away, either. I've had dental insurance my entire adult life, so I have no idea how much anything really costs -- how much should I expect to pay? $200? $300? More?