It's been about three years since I've been to the dentist, and Monday I have an appointment. (Don't start, Mom.) My greatest fear isn't the drill, isn't the bill, but that look that says: "You-haven't-been-wearing-your-retainer-and-mouthguard, have-you?" The look that could send me back into middle school, back into braces, and back four grand.
I remember the threat Dr. Guy spewed a few years ago -- it had something to do with baby food, drooling, and exile to Elba --...
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