I was so nervous to go to the dentist yesterday -- for fear that I'd have like seven cavities. But alas, I have none! Praise the Lord. (But I do have sensitive teeth, gums, and am a serious grinder...even with my bite guard!)
At some point the hygienist asks me my mother's name. I tell her. She says: yes, I thought so...that must be where you get your dental fears from. I tell her I'm pretty sure that I'm less vocal about it than mom is. She concurs and also tells me I move less in the chair. Oh, how the apple did not fall far from the tree!
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