I go to the dentist.
They love me there. More specifically, they love my mouth.
The dental hygienist said today, "If only all of my patients looked like you, life would be so easy!"
Then the dentist came over and was looking around in my mouth, saying that he was trying to find "something to complain about."
He found a "tiny" bit of gum recession, which he was quick to blame on my genetic nature and
on my sweet, sweet nurturing care for my teeth.
Did I mention I love to floss? It's true, I do.