The End

Today it was discovered that I only have one more baby tooth to come in. I just got my left canine tooth and my lower left molar. Unlike my upper molars that caused much pain and angst, these two teeth weren’t much to cry over. But the best part is that after my last molar there is sure to be no more pain; until my wisdom teeth that is! The other thing that has become noticeable is how straight my teeth are. My parents are really hoping that I inherited the Kappenman teeth as they are known to be straight with no need for braces. I haven’t visited the dentist yet which according to my mom is coming any day, especially if I don’t start cooperating during teeth brushing sessions.

As suggested above, I am not a fan of brushing my teeth. I often put up quite a good fight which includes pulling the tooth brush out of my mouth, pulling my mommy’s hands away, and turning my head in any fashion to prevent a good oral cleaning. My mommy has tried everything from fancy toothbrushes to letting me do it myself and then showing me the right way, but nothing beats watching her scramble to get a toothbrush in my mouth. To say the least, these fights usually end in a headlock of sorts with me bent over her knee backward and my hands being strapped to my chest with her free hand all the while my jaw is clenched shut until I start crying. At that point it allows her to scrub away. The finale being me scowling at her with big puppy dog eyes and an expression of “how dare you!” Needless to say, for the both of us it is the least favorite part of our days. To bad brushing my teeth won’t come to an end too when my last tooth comes in!