How doth the busy little bee

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I went to the breastfeeding support group with three baby carriers. I showed two women how to use the ring-sling and feed in it; they are both determined to get one as soon as possible. I talked to another woman about babies with teeth. I returned almost all of Linnea's library books and she got three more. We came home and had lunch (samosas and breakfast cereal, don't ask) and I made a postnatal appointment for myself and Emer. It's with my very favourite doctor, but Emer will be almost 9 weeks old, which is a bit much. And I made dentist appointments for myself and Rob, to which we are supposed to bring Linnea but she's not allowed to be officially registered and they don't expect her to let them look at her teeth.

How the hell can I tell if she has a problem if they won't look at her bloomin' teeth?