The Dentist Who Is Not Allowed To Retire!

Well seeing as the last time I had a guest blogger and it went down well, Little Miss H asked me to post another of her stories! We found out a few weeks back that our dentist is retiring, which is dreadful! We actually enjoy going to see him, which is undoubtedly the mark of a truly great dentist, I'm sure you'll agree!

So inspired by the
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio2/500words/2012/ writing competition and a desire to let our beloved dentist know how much we appreciate him, Little Miss H wrote him this story.....

The Dentist Who Is Not Allowed To Retire!

This story is about my kind dentist, Mr Brieslin, who is about retire. I have known him for nearly ten years. I was even going to see him when I was in my mum’s tummy and when I was a baby with no teeth! My dad has been going to see him for all of his life as well. He is extremely kind and never hurts your teeth. He has grey hair and blue eyes. He wears a special dentist’s jacket, which is white. I think he is about sixty but I am not sure and he is about to retire, but I don’t think he is older enough! I WILL MISS HIM LOTS! No one else will be as good as him.

Before I go to the dentist I always brush my teeth to make them extra clean. When most people go to the dentist they are scared, but I’m not. Whenever I go to see Mr Brieslin I am not scared one bit! I wait in the waiting room with my mum and I read the books and play with the toys. The receptionist there has dark brown hair and we are very good friends with her. She always smiles. My mum always talks to her when we are waiting. When the receptionist says that it is our turn to go up, I have to drag my mum away from her to stop talking. It’s like a mother’s meeting!

Mr Brieslin’s chair turns into a bed and I lie on it. My sister and me always fight about who gets to go first! My mum makes us take turns. When you lie on the chair/bed and Mr Brieslin looks at your teeth you can see up his nostrils. His nostrils are very hairy like my dad’s chest. I tried to count them once but after 87 I lost count! It makes me laugh so much that I end up giggling when Mr Brieslin is trying to look at my teeth. Mr Brieslin has special instruments to check my teeth with (not musical instruments!) Whilst Mr Brieslin is checking my teeth he says all different letters like this q f y j I m d h and I think he is talking all jibber jaberish. Once Mr Brieslin has finished checking my teeth he gives me a sticker. He never ever forgets to give me one! Mr Brieslin is all ways smiling! He has lovely teeth. I often wonder who his dentist is?

When my sister needed braces Mr Brieslin took three of her teeth out and it didn’t hurt her one bit. She said he was the best dentist in the whole wide world! That is another reason why I will miss him. I don’t know what will happen when I need teeth taking out? I wonder what he will do when he has finished being a dentist?

I wonder if he will miss me? PLEASE DON’T RETIRE MR BRIESLIN!

Thank you for keeping my teeth FAB!