I’ve been thinking a lot about teeth, recently. I took Monkey to the orthodontist yesterday, and although it feels like he only just got his braces off (okay, two years ago, whatever), we are fast approaching “stage two” time. In other words: the orthodontist clearly has a boat payment to make. They did a new panoramic view x-ray which showed that Monkey’s last round of permanent teeth are descending in a full variety of crazy ways, meaning that in another six months to a year, he’ll need braces AGAIN. Awesome!
In the meantime, Chickadee’s braces are scheduled to come off next month (and then she’s DONE) (we hope). The kids hate all of this and it costs a ridiculous amount of money, but I have this thing about teeth. I want them to love their smiles, so that they don’t ever stop smiling of feel self-conscious doing so.
Baggage? Moi? Why yes, thank you. I’m over at Off Our Chests today talking teeth, because here I am at 40, still trying to learn to love my smile.