Despite the fact that I am a compulsive brusher and flosser, I have crap teeth. I blame/credit my dad and grandmother for my dental shortcomings because their grills are whack. About two months ago, one of my molars broke in half. It was a clean break and didn’t hurt. It took several weeks to book an appointment with my (terrific) dentist, Dr. Will. Today, I finally had my cracked tooth fixed. The hygienist said my teeth actually aren’t all that bad, she’s seen way worse. It took about 20 minutes to fix the problem, easy-peasy. Five hours later, my face and mouth are still numb. Reminds me that I need to bring the boy in for his six-month dental check up. Even though he’s adopted, I fear he has the same wonkadoodle teeth that I have.

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