Brace Face or Tin Grin?

Yesterday I woke up at 5:45 am when Robs whispered in my ear,

"TODAY IS THE DAY YOU GET BRACES!"

And because we couldn't sleep anymore after such an announcement, 

she and I got up to make blueberry pancakes. 

They turned out kind of burnt and kind of gross... 

so we ate most of them and gave the rest to needy children. 

(I kid.)

We ate them all.

When Squísh woke up, she ate peach yogurt and watched us until breakfast was over. 

The pirates stayed in their jammies until five minutes before Robs' bus. 

It would have been five minutes past the bus, 

but our realtor called about three houses, 

which made me see my phone, 

which made me see the time, 

which left us just enough time to catch the bus. 

Praise be.

After Robs left, we practiced letters and wrestling, 

while my teeth gloried in their freedom. 

If I had known then, what I know now... I would have spent the time wisely 

and eaten enough food to last me two years. 

Because now I have a lisp. 

My molars don't touch. 

And there's a chain link fence between me and my food.

Tomorrow I will eat smoothies. 

And then in two years I'll give regular food another try.