Kidy
Hi, little one. Today your friend Grow takes you to a bright little castle with a shiny chair inside. This is where teeth come to be counted and cared for. A friendly beaver in a white coat waves hello. 'Don't worry one bit,' says Grow proudly. 'I know absolutely everything about teeth.'
'Watch,' says Grow, and opens wide to show you how it is done. But there is nothing in there. Not one single tooth, just soft and empty. You stare. 'Grow,' you say, 'you don't have any teeth at all!' Grow snaps its mouth shut. 'I really don't. How did I never notice that?'
The beaver smiles and hands you a tiny mirror on a stick. 'Would you like to look first?' the beaver asks. You take the mirror yourself, no waiting, and peek inside. There they are: all your teeth, lined up and familiar, just like yesterday. Grow peers over your shoulder, amazed. 'You know this better than I do.'
The chair leans back slowly, like a gentle ride. 'Shall we count them?' the beaver asks. 'Like counting little stars.' You open wide. One, two, three... it tickles a bit, but it does not hurt. The beaver brushes each tooth, and every one gives a tiny twinkle as it is counted. 'All healthy and strong!'
You hop down with a clean, shiny smile. Grow shakes its head, still a little puzzled. 'You know more about your own teeth than I do,' Grow admits. 'That is new for me.' The castle is not scary anymore. Now it is just a place you know. Then Grow asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Grow. 'Look at your teeth in a mirror and count them out loud, like counting little stars.' See you next time, little one.