Long story short, we went last week and she thought it was pretty swell. She held court for a while in the waiting room while three elderly people listened intently to her stories about booboos, her baby brother, and going to the doctor. During the exam, she smiled and answered questions and opened her mouth. The doctor said she has excellent teeth and told her not to eat junk food (Fiona smiled sweetly and has not at all heeded her instructions). The assistant gave her a fluoride treatment and a red toothbrush (pink and purple were not available).
The following day, Fiona asked if we would be going back; she seemed disappointed when I told her her next visit wouldn't be until September.