I woke up to a sudden, unexpected invigilation of my teeth by the dentist today. It’s my wife’s doing, She invited the dentist over, pointing the unassuming me to her, there’s no doubt about that.
One look into the sparkling eyes of this dentist and I knew I wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to her. She’s got those eyes which could even get Rajinikanth to say ‘RajiniCant’. She somehow pried open my jaws with her fingers, inspected the molars and pre-molars, and gave an inquiring ‘haa?’;
Her expression piqued my own senses, I asked her if it was that bad; but I am sure she never understood my words with my mouth that full. I feared she might consider investigating my throat with her able nimble fingers. She sure looked like she intended to.
Then, as suddenly as it began, she pulled out her fingers, and commented ‘ettah’, ‘ettah’.
So apparently THAT’S what my teeth require, O toothpaste making companies, consider adding ‘ettah’ along with salt, neem, lemon, and others the next time you make a new flavor of toothpaste. Because that’s what the doctor ordered.
I took a snap with the doc before we set out on another expedition of hers dear readers, I share it here: