This morning, I finally put off procrastination and took number 1 to the orthodontist. It was a year ago that the Dentist told me that we should be going, but I put it off. I think it was a combination of things including fear of monthly payments, fear of the unknown, fear of taking my 9 year old to the orthodontist and reliving my own awkward years with metal-mouth, and finally fear of vicariously gaging while she received impressions. Maybe there was also the part of me that didn't want her to grow up!
So I'm sitting there watching her get evaluated, and photographed - and I actually caught myself doing what the assistant was asking her to do. "Open up" - I opened my mouth. "Lift your lip up" - I lifted mine. "Tilt" - I tilted. I felt like a psychological experiment gone wrong. Pavlov's dog. Sit Ubu, sit! Good Dog!
Well - thank God she received my big mouth and she doesn't need to be seen for another year!
So I'm sitting there watching her get evaluated, and photographed - and I actually caught myself doing what the assistant was asking her to do. "Open up" - I opened my mouth. "Lift your lip up" - I lifted mine. "Tilt" - I tilted. I felt like a psychological experiment gone wrong. Pavlov's dog. Sit Ubu, sit! Good Dog!
Well - thank God she received my big mouth and she doesn't need to be seen for another year!
