Never Judge A Boy By His Face

Chapter 3: The Teeth-Fixing Person

"Alright honey, here we go!" said Mom, carrying me towards the door of the dentist. She put me down in front of the door, and I held her hand tightly.
"Hello, sir," said the tall man at the door, shaking dad's hand.
"And how old are you, young man?" he said to me, kneeling down on his knees. I could tell he liked me by the way he smiled.
"Um, I'm, 10." I mumbled.
"Speak up, O!" Dad whispered loudly, tapping on my back. The tall man lead me over to a big wooden door, and opened it up. Inside there was a woman with long blonde hair, wearing a white doctor's coat.
"Hello there," said the blonde-haired woman in a cheerful voice. I could tell she was nice too.
"Now what's your name little man?" she asked.
"I'm Oscar," I say, trying not to mumble. "and this is my mom and this is my dad." I say, a bit louder.
"Well, I've already met your parents," she hesitated and stood up "and why don't you come and sit on this chair?" she said leading me to the chair. Mom boosted me up onto the chair and I sat on it. It was white and long and it was in the middle of the room. There were all these tools and gadgets and funny looking stick things in little plastic bags on a table. There was a little sink that had water constantly flowing through it. There was a small thing next to the white sink that was covered by a paper towel which was underneath a foam cup. There were posters all around the room saying stuff about how you need to keep your teeth clean.
"Firstly, Oscar, how many times do you brush your teeth in one day?" asked the blonde-haired lady, as she was switching some levers to make the chair rise.
"Um, 5 times. Once before breakfast, once after breakfast, once before lunch, once after lunch, and then once after dinner." I explain, as she put sunglasses on my eyes to protect them from a bright light above my head.
"Wow! You must take care of your teeth!" said the blonde-haired lady whilst looking at my mom and dad, impressed.
"That's the thing," says Dad. "O, I mean Oscar, has a problem with his teeth. There's some type of bug that's in his jaw that kind of makes his teeth weak, so when he brushes his teeth, I spend ages trying to brush away that bug. But for some reason, it never works. Anyways, do you know anything to do Doc?"
"Well, his teeth are fine but it's just the colour. And, yes, there's a bug in his gum and it's like a big lump and because it's in the way of his teeth, it puts on pressure. And so now because that's happening, it also pushes his teeth forwards, leaving big gaps in between.
"Oooooooooo," said Mom joining in the conversation between the two of them. "That's bad," she said looking at Dad. "That's really bad."