I have terrible anxiety going to the dentist, being trapped in that chair but that's another story. Today i wen't for my biannual cleaning and while enduring the scraping and polishing some mess got on my face just below my lips in the right side and the girl doing the cleaning picked up the corner of the bib thing and lovingly blotted it up. I smiled and let out a little chuckle, it struck me in a wonderful being babied way. It happened twice more during the 45 minutes I was in the chair and they were just as good as the first. I don't think of myself as an AB but this innocent little gesture took back to a wonderful place.