E has some scrappy teefers. He inherited his father's larger teeth (nothing wrong with that), but my small jaw. At the age of 8, his regular dentist kept giving us referrals to the orthodontist. I took note of that at the age of 9 and lo and behold, our insurance will pay for braces because his teefers are just jacked up.
Say hello to Brace Face.
He is being very bashful about the new metal mouth, and on the drive home from the orthodontist's office, he kicked the back of my seat (which brought me much joy, I love it when they kick the back of my seat while I'm driving [***grits teeth***]) and said, "I cannot wait to get these braces off." He then told me I just didn't understand. Of course, I then planted my foot firmly on his rear end and kicked it. No, of course I didn't do that, I was driving. But I did start a long and rambling monologue about my three years as a metal mouth. I got one sentence into my lengthy monologue, and was interrupted with an, "okay, okay, you get it, I get it, you get it," at which point I just continued my monologue cause last time I checked, I am the boss of him.
We go back next week for more brackets. His teefers were too jacked up to get all of the brackets on in the first visit. I haven't told him yet. And I plan to take a new route next week when we go so he won't suspect our destination until we are there.
Just now he discussed with me the potential for rust on the braces in his mouth. Oh the fun I will have with his braces..... I'm thinking up horror stories right now...

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He will thank you in the end when he has nice, straight teeth and all the girls love him.
If it's possible, E's even cuter now than he was before!
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