Ok. When I was little, me and my brother were on top of a picnic table. He pushed me off, and I landed on the wooden porch. My two front teeth caught the fall. They were knocked out, and I had to have fake ones put in. The doctor was pretty nice though. He doesn't practice anymore.
Every 6 month checkup I get, the dentist comes in after the hygenist does all the work. He presses on my teeth for like 5 seconds and then leaves. But before he does, he always asks, "Do you floss?" Then I of course say "no". Then he says "You have to floss, or you're going to have problems 'down the line'." Then I say ok. This has been going on for the last 6 years- you think he'd get the hint.
