there's nothing like the dental appointment to make you realise you're a child living at home. this is the one where your father comes in your room and announces that he has made you a dental appointment for wednesday, and don't try to get out of it, and all this time you've been eating all that horrible american candy, what a disgraceful state your teeth must be in, etcetera. and you grumble back about how you are quite old enough to take care of your teeth, and anyway as you saw the dentist over winterbreak you don't see why you have to go again, besides which you were too busy working devotedly in school to consume horrible teeth-decaying american candy, and why didn't they ask you before making you an appointment, and trying to see if you can trick him into saying something along the lines of "because i'm your father", which in 8 years i've only managed to do once, by persistently whinging about why do i have to go see the dentist, and how come you don't make mummy go, and must i go this week, in various orders.