And not a single photo to show you. Why, you ask? Well...lemme tell ya. Baby Girl has been accompanying her big sibs to the dentist since she was a wee little babe. She has seen them lay in the chair, put on their sunglasses, and get their teeth "counted"...over and over and over, twice a year, since she was fresh outta the womb. We talked about her upcoming "inaugural trip" to the dentist at home. "Are they going to count your teeth, Baby Girl?" we would ask. "Uh huh!" she would proudly proclaim, nodding her head excitedly. Well, today was that day. And I thought I had her all prepared... Two kiddos get called back...I talk with the dentist about one, then the Babe watches Hambone briefly in his chair before her number is up. "Baby Girl", the hygienist calls. And two little arms reach out, wind themselves around my neck, and put me in a choke hold. "Uh oh." I'm afraid this is headed in the wrong direction. So, we chee...