So my kids share my disdain for the dentist. So sue me. They'll go every 6 months, get a lecture (although either one still has never had a cavity) and then we'll commiserate over lunch afterward like we did today.
Me: They are a little nicer than the last dentist, right?
Matty: No, meaner.
Me: Meaner? How could they be?
Matty: She kept telling me to open my mouth wider.
Me: How is that mean?
Matty: Because I'm not a hippo! She should just do her job.
Touche.
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Touche indeed. Good for him.
That's hilarious. Will keep that in mind when I take my kids to the dentist this month.
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