I get to go to the dentist tomorrow. yippee. Katie, on the other hand, is thrilled to pieces! She is looking forward to getting a new toothbrush, having her picture taken for the "No Cavities"(my fingers are crossed) poster, and choosing a prize from the treasure chest. Why don't grown-ups get prizes, too? I'll let you ponder that thought for a moment. Don't you sit still while they pick into every sensitive nook and cranny? I even try and keep a friendly conversation going (you KNOW you want the hygienist to be your friend- you are at her mercy!) while inwardly wincing. Yes, please tell me more about your son's diaper rash problem, and NO, that didn't hurt. one. bit. We deserve much more than a dinky little ring from the treasure chest (that will turn your finger green in a matter of minutes) or perhaps some Silly Putty that will end up sticking to your rug, but just be glad you're not Dustin Hoffman in the movie "Marathon Man." "Is it Safe??" Shudder.
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