<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4291635328/" title="The Dentist by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="The Dentist" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2708/4291635328_3bed82eb6d.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /></div><br />Earlier this week we had our first dentist appointment. Well, not my first dentist appointment. My son's. It was his first dentist appointment. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/4291633264/" title="The Dentist by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img alt="The Dentist" height="375" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4291633264_9d5817827f.jpg" width="500" /></a><br /></div><br />That's pretty much my sentiment, sweetheart. The dentist and I aren't exactly buds. After three years of orthodontia and countless appointments spent pinned down and wired with metal in the chair of <a href="http://www.tulsabraces.com/">a nice man named Dr. Katz</a>, I wasn't exactly giddy to hop back into a dentist's chair.<br /><br />Read more about our experience at <a href="http://www.theperfectsmiletulsa.com/">the office of Dr. Mark Davis</a> on <a href="http://www.ttownmoms.com/?page=blogs/view&amp;BLID=7286">my blog at Ttownmoms.com</a>.