I know I can't be alone.
A few years back, I spent time working in a parent co-op preschool. There was a little girl there, cute as heck, but who very obviously had a MOUTH-FULL of cavities. Even as a completely untrained and only partially paying attention (to the teeth) adult, the white polka-dots all over her teeth were striking. Her mom? PhD scientist. Yep.
I can't tell you what logic loop brought them to the conclusion that out of control cavities in baby teeth were ok. But somehow, it made sense to them.
So, I know, I am not alone.
When I think about taking care of teeth, I worry about cavities. The idea that sucking on lolly-pops and drinking soda cause tooth decay, makes sense to me. So, I brush my teeth. I brush them when I get around to it. Once a day. Maybe more often, but definitely whenever they start to feel furry. That's where I draw the line. Furry teeth are gross.
So, ok, that works. No need to call an expert.
Beyond that, though, when I start to think about flossing, or brushing more, or doing whitening or water pik or anything like that, that seems a bit harder to justify. My laundry list of responsibilities is pretty long. And spending a lot of time in the bathroom, doing what feels equivalent to preening, well, seems a bit self-indulgent. And since cavities come from lolly-pops and soda, and I've already brushed all that off, what's the point?
I guess I need a good mental model to convince me of anything more.