Serena is going to see the dentist with Anya tomorrow for a regular checkup. Anya has been getting S warmed up to the idea of teeth checking. She’s pretty excited about it when I tucked her in bed.
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“I’m going to the dentist tomorrow.”
“That’s good.”
“They will check my teeth and say Open Your Mouth.”
“That’s right.”
“Because I have tiny, teeny, lil teeeeeth.”
“Good night.”
Three seconds of silence later, Serena whispered, “open your mouth.”
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She ended up staying up way too late, singing and making excuses to get out of her bed. I hope it will be a good trip tomorrow at the dentist.