I am a dentist's daughter. Yes, I learned at an early age to answer the landline professionally. Yes, growing up we were the nerd family that gave out Trident gum on Halloween.
After 30 years on the island of Maui, I returned to the mainland partly because my husband, Cyrus, wanted Dr. Lambeth and Dr. Howard’s care. The first time I sat In Lambeth’s chair, I said, “I am a dentist’s daughter. Do you have a treasure chest of freebies?”
Fast forward to being 60, COVID looming, I had a meltdown upon needing a root canal or worse. I looked Lambeth in the eye, making him promise me to save my number eight. He gave me that "Dad eye" that put me in my place. It all turned out.