The Oxymoron
You're not supposed to like the dentist. But when you have the best dentist ever, the status quo changes. Dr. Benson's goal today was that when I left, "You'd be this close to doing a cartwheel." (*This close:* that thing you do when you're explaining with your fingers a small amount...you know?) Well, I held out on the flip, but left feeling like a million bucks...minus the insane payment we had to make. My tooth has been aching for the past few weeks, and although I resent every aspect of having to entertain the twisted joy that dentists thrive on by terrifying their patients, I decided to suck it up, get it checked out, and finally have the work done that was required. Best decision I've made in a while. Not only did we gain the trust of a respectable dentist, we gained the friendship of a fellow Christian and lover of the Lord. And, as of today, I'm no longer fearful of the dentist and their evil tools. I couldn't even feel the shot! However, I do hope often that my future children will be blessed with the enamel that's not my own. Next Monday, it's Adam's turn to sit in the hot seat, and it'll be then that I can hopefully confirm that our kids will inherit his solid dental superiority. And if it indeed turns out that he's lacking in the same way I am, our poor children are in for it.
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