I’d like to introduce you to my baby sharp tooth. She went for her first visit to the dentist a few days ago. Her very sweet dentist made fast friends with her and even got permission to take a look at her “pretty princess teeth” with her “neat barbie mirror.” All went well until the mirror got close to her face, and she freaked out and tried to sink her vampire tooth into it. So, on August 3rd, when it’s time to put a composite filling on her tooth, she will go into the “quiet room” to wear the “caterpillar blanket.” Basically, she’ll be in a heavily insulated room where no one will hear her scream in a straight jacket as they fix her broken tooth. I’ll be right there by her side reminding her of all the ice cream she gets when it’s all over. I could handle the broken bottom tooth, but Team Vanity wins this time, and her straw compartment is only sticking around for another 10 days or so.