It feels like my teenager has transformed right before my eyes just within the last week. Saturday we got up early, waited for two hours in line with ticket number 51 to juuuust make the cut-off for summer driving lessons. Then yesterday she got braces. She nagged me for weeks to make the consultation and then when the time came, she wished she hadn’t. She said, “I think I’ll be an Orthodontist when I grow up so I can torture little kids!” I predict a lot of milkshakes, mashed potatoes, and Tylenol in this kid's future.
She told her dad, “I feel like a shark.” He said, “Well you look like a can-opener!”
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