'Guess where I have to go tomorrow', I said to Olivia in the car.
'The Dentist!' we said in unison. A pause.
'Is it Doctor DRILL?' she asked, with unbridled glee, then laughed evilly at my chagrin.
I refrained from telling her she's gonna know all about Dr Drill soon enough, poor kid. She should yuk it up while she can.
In further dentist related news, a mother in Olivia's school today was chatting to me with a scarf over her face as she was bleeding after an extraction. It turns out the nice lady dentist I brought Olivia to fired her as a client, as she missed two appointments. Strict!