The teeth make a reappearance

Sam got his braces off today. It was quite the ordeal. He was terribly worried that the orthodontist would hem and haw and suggest more time was needed, which in effect he did. "There is a small gap between two of the molars on the lower right that we could close up with about 3-4 more weeks of treatment." Meanwhile there are scads of people on this earth with huge great gaps between more than just a pair of teeth. I knew this was a no go and said "take them off" in my best Marie Antoinette voice. So they did. And then they just needed to do a couple of wee impressions to make the retainers. Well, it turns out that Sam's mouth is not the shape of any tray into which mould goop is poured. They had to do about four on each of the top and bottom. After he gagged and threw up for one of them they moved him into a more private area so he wouldn't scare the younger patients. What price beauty? He does have a gorgeous smile and the sick didn't hit his clothes before going back to school, so all in all another good day.