For the last five years I have had to hound Donald about wearing a bite plate, flossing through wires, no chewing gum and the worst words in the English language, "put your bands on". But no more! This morning, at 10 o'clock, his braces were removed. Yipee! That was the best dentist visit ever.
Now I just need to get used to all those teeth. Oh and constantly remind him to where the retainers. Oh and deal with Eli's braces. Yeah ok, so the torment is not completely over, but at least there was one little triumph.
