Pimples! Acne! Eczema! Weight gain! Hairy limbs! Bad breath! Myopia! Bad teeth!
I have never seen a kid with a bad set of milk teeth. Day's were alright.
Permanent teeth are something else.
Every single one of Day’s permanent teeth is a little bit off-course. They grow, not straight up, but like weeds, each one willy-nilly following the course of an imaginary sun (not even the same sun), and they are far from aligned.
Neither are they solid white. They are, like mine, yellowish and patchy and ugly.
I wore braces for a while, chiefly to rein in a slightly horsey set of teeth.
KK never had issues apart from a Madonna-ish gap-toothed grin.
But Day. He has to deal with this:
That little bud is his new permanent front tooth, which is not just slightly off-course, its headed for another place altogether (for the record, he told me to post the picture of his mouth so "maybe people who read your blog will have some ideas". About what, I don't know).
I think it's called a cross-bite.
Once the front milk drops, the permanent will continue growing out, but it will fall behind the lower set of teeth when he bites down.
It’s a strange one and it looks mighty weird. But it is also rather fascinating. I keep asking him to open his mouth so I can study it.
He has shown his badge of honour to his friends – “So gross!” says Michael - and calls himself a shark, “because I have a second row of teeth behind like a shark, waiting to replace the first row”.
The dentist refers us to the orthodontist because this requires a specialist.
I look at KK: The bill, the bill!
But as he says, and I agree, a smile can make or break a man.