When your son's first retainer lasts all of a day and a half until it is thrown out on his lunch tray that first day back to school after the hurricane, you have the sudden realization that there is very little in this life you actually control. Very little. At least I'm the one making the morning coffee. I do have that.
{case in point: for those of you having trouble leaving comments, I've disabled the comment moderation piece. let's hope the Chinese sex-trafficking website comments continue to go to my spam box. if they don't, please disregard}
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