The Scream…

…or how to demonstrate to your parents the orthodontia that will be required to fix your child’s teeth.

Granted, Chloe is still a little young.  But every time she opens her mouth, my heart skips a beat.  At about the time we will have finished paying off our cars, we’ll probably have to start shelling out heaps of cash to deal with Chloe’s years of thumbsucking.
I get agita whenever I think about it.   I can only hope that Sophie will be spared future mouth torture.  The problem with Sophie is that she’s a scaredy cat.  When we took her to the dentist a couple of months ago, she wouldn’t let him come near her mouth.  She threw a fit like I rarely see her throw.  Which leads me to the realization that if she continues on the path of dentist as mortal enemy, she won’t need orthodontia, because she won’t have any teeth left to fix.  Depending on how you look at it, that wouldn’t necessarily be such a bad thing.  I mean, if we want to save money, great.  If we don’t want our little girl to look like a 90-year old woman who forgot to put in her false teeth, not so great.  But life is all about compromises, right?

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