The Dentist

Ah, what a family fun day out. Our dentist is a lovely bloke, but not very funny. Every joke I made fell on deaf ears. I tried to engage him in a tall tale that Tess would have her teeth realigned with a hammer. Nothing doing. I used to hate going to the dentist, because it always resulted in fillings. Something my kids seem to be avoiding so far. I have a very vivid memory from when I was twenty and I chose an extraction because it was much cheaper than a root canal, and I was broke at the time working at Asda. The dentist was astride me, on my chest, the nurse held my head in a vice like grip, and he wrenched the tooth side to side. I can still hear the crunch to this day.