I come from a family of big teeth. Seriously, my mom used to tell us we had *horse teeth* and that we’d someday be the envy of all our friends. Our faces kind of had to grow into our big teeth and mouths, and we endured all kinds of taunting in the process.
My siblings all have beautiful teeth. Big, strong, white. Mine? Let’s just say I’ve never been the envy of my friends. They all make jokes about how I’ll be in dentures by the time I’m 40. I might just be.
Today I went to the dentist to have a tooth looked at, one that has had no less than 5 surgeries in an attempt to save it, only to have it pulled. It doesn’t sound so bad, but it was traumatic and involved things like bone grafting and stitches. *Sigh* This is the story of my teeth. One you really didn’t want to hear.
Even the horses think my teeth are funny.