The pediatric dentist I take Benjamin to has video games in the waiting area. Which may have something to do with why there is no resistance to getting him there. The bulk of their clientele are on the whole much shorter than him. He has trouble bending over to reach the controls, and on occasion has resorted to kneeling. Some of the kids look at him wondering why anyone old enough to drive a real car would get excited about a cartoon one. He feels under no obligation to explain.

There was a dentist in our long litany of hygiene that had a model train running along the ceiling. It kept kids in the chair, if not also still. Another doctor had a treasure chest of shiny plastic jewelry and rub on tattoos for those who endured The Chair. Plus they all send you home with a complimentary toothbrush in your favorite color. 

There was one who made my little girl cry. He posted a picture of advanced tooth decay directly in front of his captive patients. I guess the intention was to motivate flossing but it didn't work. Not for her anyway. 

While I began my parenting career with lofty ideals about avoiding bribes, I got over it. On the contrary, I started to rely on them for myself. If I dig into an especially grungy sink full of dishes I allow myself chocolate. When my to do list with work is complete I head to the sewing room. 

In my experience God is not averse to using them either. Once after a tough night with sick kids my sleepy toddler looked up at me with flush cheeks and smiled. 

"I love you, Mom."

Another time the kids were particularly fractious during church. As we walked out I spoke to them. 

"I am sorry that you did not behave." My brows were furrowed. 

"I forgive you." He ran off to get snacks.

Even better than a shiny plastic ring.