Ella lloró, y se quejó. No le gustaba la dentista en Chicago. Su madre le dijo: —Tienes que ir. Creo que tienes una caries. —Pero madre, no me duelen. Me lavo los dientes. No me duelen. She cried, and complained. He didn't like the dentist In Chicago. His mother told him: -You have to go. I think you have a cavity. "But mother, they don't hurt." I brush my teeth. They don't hurt.

i thought you were sleeping