Just came back from the dentist myself a week or so ago. Second time in years (yeah, I know, once every 6 months... but for some reason, I didn't and never thought about it). Fortunately, nothing was wrong, except that my teeth needed a little cleaning.
Tell me, why is it that sitting at the dentist's office, the dentist and you have absolutely nothing to say, but the moment - the very moment - that the dentists puts his instruments unto your teeth and starts working, he/she tries to strike up a conversation?
Floss too! Katie is doing okay now - but need to see the dentist for a "fun checkup and cleaning".