For Eldest's teeth.
BUCK TEETH, that is.
You see, I was verrrrryyyyy familiar with orthodontia when I was young. Retainers, braces, a NIGHT brace, rubber bands, etc etc etc.
From sixth through eighth grade.
Throw in Coke-bottle glasses and a head of PERMED hair.
Yep, I was HAWT.
And then, to add insult to injury, after I thought I had escaped those "ugly duckling" years once and for all...
I had to get braces on my teeth AGAIN!
This time, I was a sophomore in COLLEGE.
(Kinda hard to pass for 21 when you have a mouthful of BRACES.)
So when Eldest's adult front teeth started coming in and growing...
and GROWING, I felt kinda bad.
Especially because Hubby always made a point to remind me that he NEVER had braces. Nope, not him.
We were over at Hubby's parents' house.
And his mom pulled out a picture.
And casually remarked, "I just had to find this. Eldest reminds me so much of [Hubby]."
Obviously, not all the buck teeth issues come from me. Obviously.