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Dentist appointments for the kids.  I wait by as each child passes through this portal into the inner depths.

I had a lot of cavities growing up.  I live with the anxiety of the dentist – a man we all very much like – bearing the news that one or the other child has a cavity.

The histrionics, the drama, the fear expressed in the past over something as harmless as the flu shot – how will my kids react to this?  Plus I want them to continue to like this man, not be scared of him.  So I whisper to myself every six months as I stare at this door, a People magazine in my lap:

Please let them have no cavities.

So far so good.

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