Just when I think we can’t wait any longer, a patter of footsteps stop behind our exam room door. I sigh in relief, “About time.” But instead of a doctor appearing, we can only hear what sounds like a gas leak.

I turn to Riley for an explanation, but the noise stops as abruptly as it first began. “Is that…bubblegum?” I ask. Riley covers her face as the scent finally reaches up to her crinkling nose. “Bleh! Almost smells like the fake stuff they put in fluoride at the dentist!”