The boys go to a pediatrician instead of a GP, and they go to a pediatric dentist instead of a regular dentist. It just seems to be how it's done (although we could be missing something). The pediatric dentist's room are awash with color, tie-dyed scrubs and murals everywhere. Mr 7 was given giant sized sunglasses for the overhead light and his own personal over-sized, orange dentist's mirror to watch along. After firm instructions about keeping the chocolate from Halloween but throwing out the hard and chewy candy, there was a trip to the treasure chest for sub-$1 plastic toy (think happy meal). It is not like anything I remember.
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