Going To The Dentist

My dentist's office is pretty cool because the receptionist rides in Southlands so I see her there sometimes. It confirms she is sane.

The office also has a fake fireplace and a huge tank with lots of fish. Plus it's not a kids' dentist's office, it's for adults and teenagers, which means I get treated as if I'm a 15-year-old, not a 5-year-old. Yay! I find it less scary than the doctor's office.

At the dentist's you sit in a chair, and people use tools to clean your teeth and scold you for not flossing twice a day. It's not so bad, except for when the dentist wants to talk you, but you can't talk because his hands are in the way. The doctor's however, well that's a whole other blog post. In one word the doctor is: uncomfortable.

My dentist also tries to make me do yoga to relax my jaw. Jaw yoga, as if I would do yoga in the first place let alone for my jaw. Anyway, he is pretty funny, and he used to be my grandpa's dentist. He is mine, my mom's, dad's, brother's and uncle's dentist. Good family ties at the office. Also his office is at UBC, which is close to my house, and a short bus ride away from my school.

All in all, I don't mind going to the dentist.