I have been a bad boy. I haven't been to the dentist since 1990. Throw HFCS-laced treats now. I have paid for that in spades the past two weeks, through the torture that is Scaling and Root Planing.
Let's put it this way: I didn't realize my teeth were connected to my shoulder and/or anus, because one hurt right after the appointment, the other when the obvious was occurring. Who knew?
But it's in a good cause: the Little Man needs to have a strong, positive role model for going to the dentist. That's worth getting tortured for.
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