On Dentists and Flying Monkeys by Deb Trotter
Nov 8 · 4 min read

When I was six my mom took me to the dentist for the first time. Dr. Forbes, his name was.
Big old man. Voice from a gravel pit. Hooked nose, skinny little glasses, and hands the size of a Mack Truck.
Can you imagine the size of Dr. Forbes fingers, if his hands were that large?

