You’re here. In our heart. Our heart will go on and on.

We’re older than we’ve ever been, and now we’re even older. And now we’re even older. And now we’re even older.

When most of your patients are too young to be vaccinated, it takes a masked village.

“How very…”

We’re four years old. This guy looks like we feel.

I’m pretty sure that church clock in rural Alamance county is talking about the coronavirus.

If you’re thinking “Maybe I should go ahead and read The Stand by Stephen King?” may we suggest that you pick Cujo instead?

They probably meant shimmering, but, you know.

We’ve stepped up our hygiene crew, so step off or step to.

It’s like getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar, but it’s your face instead of your hand and it’s a bag of Hershey’s kisses instead of a cookie jar.

We’re superior specialists with a super special specialty and suboptimal subtlety supporting our suppositions.

Remember Wilson Phillips? OF COURSE YOU DO, BUT WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THEIR SMASH CHRISTMAS HIT “HEY SANTA.”

Folks ask all the time how Dr. Alex and Dr. Kevin met and decided to open a pediatric dental practice. The story probably won’t surprise you - they were in the Backstreet Boys together.

Wherein we explore our employees’ impeccable clinical excellence and their propensity to be attacked by fish.

Toothache? No problem. Just get your spider eggs and magic words.

Not only does he have crappy bones and teeth, but he’s also one of your dentists!

When the going gets tough, sometimes it’s best for the tough to go to sleep.

Nothing says “SUMMERTIME” like “SNOW LEOPARD.”

The trophy case is getting fuller.  Most of them are participation trophies, but still.

Even ewoks, armed with primitive AT-ST smashing tree technology and implausible skin-and-wood hang gliders are no match for the raw power of Sheila's force.