Because George is my natural son with all the inherited imperfections that go along with that, yesterday morning he got braces on his teeth. Sorry kid.
He's going to have them on his teeth for a couple of years, from 13 to about 16. Welcome to the beginning of the awkward years my son.
There was no point in telling him that in three years he will have a set of beautiful straight teeth because yesterday and today, it hurt. It was scrambled eggs for lunch and dinner and lovely oatmeal porridge for breakfast this morning. To add insult to injury he is no longer allowed fizzy drinks, toffees, caramels and other sticky sweets. He has also lost the ability to bite into an apple.
His next appointment is on the 6th of June. I don't want to tell him that even though the next appointment will be sore, it won't be as sore as these first days. He won't believe me.
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