So here I am, against my wishes, sitting in a pink room with florescent lights. The books to scare children into brushing and flossing are on my right, and the dental tools are on my left.
The dental assistant comes in to plop me back. She pulls out a pair of incredibly ugly sunglasses that don't fit at all, hands them to me and pulls the light down by my mouth.
"Open up," she says as she clamps my mouth open with those scissor-like-things, until my jaw is about to crack.
"So, what grade are you in school?" "unth"
"Please try to keep your tongue still."
"So, do you have any hobbies outside of school?"
"Honey, I really need you to keep your mouth still."
*Places arm over my face to get a better look inside my mouth*
"Please try to breathe through your nose, and not your mouth."
breathe through your nose Elissa. In. Out. In. Out....wait, am I breathing through my mouth or my nose? Uh-oh.
"Sweetie, try to breath through your nose, okay? Thanks."
"Aw hn eth am I uspt to uth ohh uy ose?"
"Umm. Uver ind."
"Honey, remember to not breathe through your nose."
And that's how the dentist went.