Going to the dentist…..

We were walking down the street a warm breeze blowing,on our way back to our boat. We were looking for Gigi’s dentist, were many people recommend we go to for our teeth cleaning.
“It’s supposed to have a more modern look and have a wheelchair ramp, right?” Heidi asked.
“I think that’s right.” Replied Mom.
We are going to get appointments today if we can ever find this. I thought, still not completely excited to get my teeth cleaned and not knowing what they are saying to me. I tried to remember the Spanish I had learned in 4th grade….
“Lucy, I think this is it.” Sally said and pointed to the building waking me up from my thoughts.
I looked and it was, indeed a modern building with a wheelchair ramp, and lots of teeth on it.
“Looks pretty right.” I said and started up the ramp.
We went inside and it looked like any other dentist. Couches, lots of “perfect teeth” pictures, and signs (which I couldn’t read-they were in Spanish), and a T.V. filled the waiting room.
“Hola!” We all said and got more “hola’s” in return.
“¿podemos limpiar los dientes por favor,.” Mom asked which translates to “Can we get our teeth cleaned please?”
She answered yes we wrote down our names and then we just ended up waiting then.
Oh, I thought yikes, I am a bit nervous.
“I am not going first!” I exclaimed making sure not to be the first one.
“Me neither.”Added Sally, then Heidi.
We waited a while and then after about 30 minutes, they called back Mom. I realized I would be the 4th one so I had some time. We played hand games and whatever for a little bit until I was called back.
I went into the room and was handed a towel and clip on thing. I just held on to the napkin unsure of what to do with it.
The dentist told me a bunch of things in Spanish then pointed to the chair so I lay down on it. Few, I thought this isn’t as hard as I thought. Just then another dentist came in and started talking. There was a long silence after a question that maybe I was supposed to answer but I don’t think I was cause just then they started cleaning my teeth. It was good same as all other except a little bit quicker.
The dentist stopped then said something in Spanish this time I knew it was to me and pointed to a glass of water. I drank a little not sure what to do. I didn’t have any toothpaste in my mouth.
“No,no, spit” said the dentist, ohhhhhhh I thought that makes more sense. I was still thinking how to say I am sorry in Spanish when the teeth cleaning started again. Oh, well I thought and the dentist was very careful to tell me to spit from then on.
It was done soon so I went out.
“Yours good to?” I asked and everyone except dad said yes. I must have looked confused because dad exclaimed I have “quatro cavities.” .
I was pretty surprised.
“Did you know what to do with the napkin they handed you?” Dad asked and when the rest of us just held it, of course, he put it behind his head.
The rest of us laughed so hard you could barely hear dad explaining why he put it behind his head.
We all walked home with clean teeth.