My Dad's office is full of memories that span over 30 years, starting with my earliest trips to get teeth cleaned at age 4, working there in the summer when I was 14, and now bringing my own kids there to get their teeth cleaned. The best thing about the office is that it actually, literally, has not changed. It has gone past "dated", is well into "retro", and is probably on its way to "antique" (in a good way, Dad, I promise!). The slideshow commemorates Erin's first cleaning. The music is "When the Dentist Dreams" by Brooks Williams, picked solely because it was the only song in either of our iTunes collections that had the word "dentist" in the title.

Despite, or maybe because of, the old equipment, I have always loved my Dad's office. I am one of the only people I know who has really happy memories of the dentist's office. This is definitely DESPITE the summer I spent there filing charts, filling out the schedule, and calling patients to remind them of their appointments. I loved working for my dad - everyone who works there seems to - I was just mildly dyslexic when it came to alphabetizing charts and I was slightly phone-phobic. I was also 14, of course. But otherwise, only happy memories. Oh, besides the 2+ years of orthodontic visits too. Really, other than that - happiness only.

(By the way, "Dad's Dental Service" comes from the only definition of "DDS" I knew for the first 10 years of my life. Thanks, Dad.)