So, what with all the moving and stuff, we were all way over due for check ups. Since our pre-tax medical savings account is use it or lose it, we all had dental appointments today. We all did very well with the exception of Wee Boy. Like myself and his big brother before him, he has very porous baby teeth, but his permanent teeth, like mine and his big brother's, are quite strong.
I have a tiny little chip on my front tooth, right where the orthodontist decided to file mine down years ago. See, my front teeth naturally had a bit of a serrated look along the edge of the incisors. He ground them off smooth, then for some reason, ground in a slight serration (I have no idea what the right word is for that type of thing, but 'serration' will do) on each near the mid line. He didn't ask, he just did it.
Anyhoo, the kids both have my giant, carnivorous front teeth. Big Boy was even teased about them once upon a time, because when they first came in they were huge compared to his little six-year-old's head.
But anyway, I am grateful for my huge, strong teeth, and pledge to take good care of them. Wee Boy will need fillings in a couple of his baby teeth, because they're due to hang around a couple more years, but keeping the teeth could save us on braces down the road. Also, maybe some hours in the dental chair will make him more careful about flossing (he thinks if the floss goes straight down, he's done - despite careful coaching from both parents). Oy!