On Tuesday I took Jacob to Dr. Lindsey’s to get his braces on. I stand corrected, his Invisilign. Only eighth graders in the ’20’s would have the option to unapologetically wear masks covering half their faces and have the option of clear teeth straightening. It’s so unfair.
As I took him in to sit in the chair I most certainly declared, “I remember the day I got my braces on and it was one of the worst days of my life.” I still stand by that statement. I remember Dr. Matlack’s teenage teeth straightening factory. And I remember him gluing the torture devices to my teeth toward the end of sixth grade so my dad didn’t lose his flexible spending account dollars. Eye roll. That night we went to Chinese food and I couldn’t even chew a grain of rice. A grain of rice! I was hangry and miserable and I let everyone know it.
Meanwhile the boys were at Kennolyn all of last week and Nate nonchalantly mentions how he lost a tooth. Oh and Jake did, too. Nate was smart enough to guard his lost tooth, combine it with two more that have been in a drawer, and was rewarded with a crisp 5 bucks from the fairy. Jacob doesn’t know what happened to his tooth.
He thinks he spit his final loose tooth into the dirt.