Today I made a giant leap forward into adulthood; I had my first visit to an adult dentist. In some ways it was much better than my previous child dentist. For one, the lady who cleaned my teeth did not attempt to carry on a conversation as she stuck various, pointy metal things in my mouth. In other ways it wasn't as great as my previous dentist. See, my old dentist catered to kids elementary to high school, so you got to watch movies while they cleaned your teeth and they gave you fun flavors for the toothpaste.

It's sad to see how little whimsy there is in the adult world. Why can't adults be given different options for the flavor of their toothpaste? Why can't adults enjoy a film whilst there teeth and gums are being vigorously scraped? The office itself was bland with blank, neutral colored walls that were incredibly different from the jungle/island theme of the old office I was accustomed to visiting.

It just made me kind of sad. Growing up shouldn't mean that you leave behind anything crazy or fun. Of course, this is coming from the girl whose mother has repeatedly told her that she was never a child, but rather she was born as a bitter, old woman.

And, for the last of my dentist-related musings, I pose a question:

What did dentists do before these were invented?

Wipe the ish from your mouth on your shirt?