It came with the message: 'Thanks for fixing my teeth! I love you!'
She sent it to my wife, who promptly started crying. I cried too, considering that I basically have a car payment going into the mouth of my children in braces. Sigh. One down, eleven(hopefully more) to go.
The orthodontist said that after all the kids have been treated, it's my turn. I told him that by that time my teeth would either be in a jar or on display along with my skull in some physician's office.
