Alternately Titled: Let the blood-letting begin.
This is Jem.
This is Jem and his mom’s messy desk.
This is Jem and his mom’s messy desk and the mouth full of metal that he got just yesterday.
(Thus the subtitle of today’s post. Hey, we didn’t need that money anyway! But, apparently, our orthodontist does!)
Jem has a shark tooth—has had it for well over a year now. We call it a shark tooth because it’s claimed a row of its own, not because Jem uses it to attack his siblings.
(Although there was that one fracas with his brother over the Wii remote… )
(My boys would never fight.)
Anyway, it’s time for that shark tooth to go with the flow and to conform to the standards we have preordained. In other words, those two baby teeth need to get yanked and replaced by that big thug hanging out behind them.
We the people like orderly mouths, apparently.
And so do our orthodontists.
Bonus points for anyone who’s game: What are the colors of the bands on Jem’s brace and why do you think he chose them? One gently used flossing stick to the first person who guesses correctly.