Mummy hadn't been for more than a decade but thought it was about time to set a good example for mini-me so off went family M to the dentists office on a sunny Saturday morning. Mummy got off relatively lightly, what with the 11 years between appointments and all, and just had one tiny-weeny filling, my first ever.
Olivia was duly sat on Mummy's lap while the nice lady dentist tried to get her to open up and say ahh but she was having none of it. The dentist had to take my word for it that Miss M does in fact have 12 (and now a half) teeth. Anyway she told me to floss and that we should bring Olivia regularly so that she gets used to coming. She might even let them see her teeth next time!