To me, going to the dentist is like going to detention (which I only did once, by the way. And it was for losing a golf ball in P.E. sophomore year. For the record, I think if you hit your ball too far and can't find it, you should be okay). But I digress. I hate the dentist with the fiery burning passions of a thousand suns. Make that a million. BUT...for once in my life, I didn't have any cavities! I just sat in the chair dumbfounded, not knowing what to do until the hygienist handed me this crazy pink bag full of stuff and said, "You better run before he changes his mind!"