Sweet Tooth Good Dentist Novels & Stories

Miguel replied, drawing a frown. "Umm, oh really sweetie?" I answered, gently tugging his cheeks. "Yes, I have been begging Mia to give me chocolate, but she continues telling me it is not healthy to consume too much chocolate." "Yes, my darling, if you eat too much chocolate, your teeth may erode, that will make them appear incredibly awful and terrifying," I said. "No, Mommy, they won't. I am a very powerful boy, and so are my teeth. Please tell Mia to give me chocolate," he pleaded, trying to weep, but I stopped him.

I asked, almost laughing when I received a hum and a stiff nod as a response. Earlier this morning, he had been hell bent on starting his day with the new pack of lemon drops I had gotten yesterday before we'd gone to the dentist, primising I would give it to him if he behaved. However, regardless of the fact that I couldn't let him have candy so early in the morning, the doctor had also made it abundantly clear that he should avoid certain foods, and had even gone to the length of writing me a list. He didn't even have to look at Ardyn's teeth for longer than a second before he'd noticed the swelling in the gums of his canines and quickly concluded that his fangs were starting to grow out.

"There's no patient named Hudson here. You should go look that guy up. I think he's a bad guy." "Do you think it's as easy as all that? I'd be using my authority in vain," Bennett said. He pushed a straw through his soymilk and asked, "Which is the one with low sugar?" "They both have regular amounts of sugar." "Are you forgetting the last time you had a toothache?" Bennett said.

I called out, trying to catch her attention. The girl's sobs momentarily halted as she looked at me with wide, teary eyes. "I understand that you really want gummies, but did you know that they're not very good for your teeth?" The girl sniffled, still pouting but seemingly intrigued by my words. I continued, "You see, gummies have a lot of sugar in them, and too much sugar can make your teeth hurt and even fall out. But, there's something else we can get that's just as tasty and better for your teeth. Have you ever tried fruit snacks?"

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

He says taking a bite of his. “Your loss,” I say, putting it in my mouth. “Why don’t you like sweet things? I also noticed you also did not have any candy floss at the carnival.” “It’s not healthy.” I gasped dramatically, dropping my cutlery on the plate and placing a hand on my chest and the other on my head. “Wait, are you diabetic? Is that why you don’t like sweet things?” I inquired. “No, I am not diabetic.” “Then why don’t you like sweets? There must be a story.”

He wiped off the traces of chocolate at the corner of Duziell's lips. "Did you eat chocolate?" he asked softly, the redness and swelling of his eyes still evident. "Yes!" Duziell, being too young to notice his father's current state, replied. "I ate a looot of ccocolate!" "Too much sweets is bad for your teeth. I won't allow it anymore if one day you suddenly experience a toothache," he said, his voice slow and hoarse. "But I never had cocolate before!" "It's chocolate, not cocolate. Say it."

I muttered. His tiny hand tapped me continuously. "My tooth hurts." His other tiny hand was dedicated to showing me the specific tooth. I smacked his head lightly. "That's because you are too many sweets, and you're chewing too fast." I swear, I had no idea what I was saying but what else was there to say? His eyes glistened with tears. Oh goodness. "It's okay, Sydney. I have a dentist's appointment tomorrow. I can take him with me," Anita suggested out of the blue.

said Cedrick before Catelyn could even open her mouth to speak. Janice glanced blankly at Cedrick, and then at Catelyn. It was just dessert. Why could she not eat? "Don't you like sweets?" Janice asked with a smile. "I'm fine." Catelyn grew flustered. "It's just that I don't eat sweets often, and I'm afraid of tooth decay." "I can't have food that is too sweet either, so I have told the chef in advance about this. Try it—it's delicious!" said Janice, trying her best to get Catelyn to taste her favorite dessert.

The dentist had said that if they continued eating sweets and cold foods, all their teeth would have to be pulled out should the cavities return. I was leaving soon. Since they liked these sweet treats so much, I would just let them be.