Waiting

For the traditional post-dentists Frankie and Benny's treat meal.

Due to a combination of events (refusing to let him put fluoride on the kids teeth because it's the only part of going to the dentists that frightens them, getting a fit of the giggles during teeth cleaning when I realised that I was lying with my head pretty much in the dentist's crotch, nearly choking while giggling, and refusing to agree to switch the sugar in my coffee for sweetener because aspartame will give me cancer...) the dentist thinks I'm mental. The dentist is also about 12 years old though, so he can think what he likes