My take on most things…

Hmm... What do I pluck out today?

It so happened that as my milk teeth were saying their goodbyes, my small mouth was having trouble accommodating the new comers. Fearing that I would look like I had a train wreck in my mouth, my mom decided that we go and see the local dentist. So I innocently run along with her in the hope of getting chocolates as always. At the clinic, it so turned out that I have to get a tooth plucked out since one of my teeth was not falling in line and the doc wanted to pluck one out to make way. Well I was kinda confused back then, cos the one she would have to pluck out would be a milk tooth. Where would the new tooth come from? But then who listens to what the kid has to say anyway. Needless to say, I ended up with a bleeding gum and a clip. I was dragged over two more times and that vampire plucked out two more of my teeth! Months rolled by and as more teeth started coming in, we realized that I now had one teeth over another, thanks to our dear dentist. Well that’s the last I ever made an appointment with a dentist. 

Open Wide!

Now after some 20 years, I have finally mustered the courage to open my mouth to one, for nothing more than cleaning.

You won't like it when I am angry!

I am carrying a taser with me, just in case he brings his tools of torture in ways that I feel threatened.