I had a tooth out today and remembered another snippet of infant school life.
I can just about remember a hall with parents and children - that should be mothers rather than parents - sitting round the walls. I remember we were in the opposite diagonal corner to the desk where a man was sitting who was The Dentist!! It seems that when it was my turn Mum had to drag me across the floor where I promptly bit him. And this was just an examination. I bet she was mortified! I can't remember if there was any retribution.
Much later, when I was a little bit older, I was taken to a dental school somewhere in London, to a room full of dental chairs while trainee dentists practised on us. It obviously made an impression on me. The only problem with dental treatment is - you can't talk!!