Took Rachel to the dentist on Nov. 21, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and the poor kid was traumatized. I mean, TRAUMATIZED. Dr. Wali is pleasant enough, and she has a daughter of her own, but Rachel was so upset -- she kept kicking her legs and crying, and I had to tell the dentist, sharply, more than once, to be GENTLE. (I went first, and she was pretty businesslike -- not gentle, just "let's get the work done, folks.") Oh, how I miss Dr. Mike -- Mike McKeel, our old Gresham dentist -- he was so nice, and his assistants were extremely careful.
Dr. Wali suggested we stop and come back another time, so she could do Rachel's lower teeth, but I said no -- just finish it all now. She seemed disappointed in Rachel's reaction, but all the while I was thinking, "I have GOT to find a better dentist." Luckily we got out of there quickly, and then I left Rachel with Drew while I went to meet a current and some former Post colleagues for a late lunch at Citizen Burger, what turned out to be an AWESOME burger place close to the Clarendon Metro.
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