Last Thursday, I took the Sam to the dentist. The entire way there, he was complaining about having to go. He forgets that he actually
likes going to the dentist. He gets to play with toys, wear sunglasses, hold a mirror while they clean his teeth, and lick grape-flavored gloves. Yum.
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As an added bonus for flossing every night, he became part of the "No Cavity Club" as evidenced by the superior sticker on his stomach.
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