me: "There's where I get to go on Thursday to get my teeth worked on."
Mark: "To get your cavities filled?"
Me: "Yes. I will try not to cry."
Mark: "You won't cry. You'll try counting to ten."
Me: "I will?"
Mark: "Yes. That's what Little Critter did, and then the doctor said it was all over."
Me (getting a little teary): "Yes, you're right. That is what Little Critter did."
Mark (confidently and reassuringly): "Little Critter counted to ten. You should do that."
I think I will do just that. And listen to some music. And take some valium. But if I get too worried, I think I will try counting to ten. After all, Mark is sure that it will work. How could he be wrong?