With all the tooth-losing going on in our house as of late, it made me think of something. I lost several of my teeth in kindergarten--just in time for my first ever yearbook picture. Grandma was very concerned. The thought of me displaying my toothless mouth for the world (or at least, all of Hector) to see in the yearbook was just too much for her nerves to endure. We talked about the picture for days before. We even practiced. She played the role of 'photographer', and I played the role of, well, 'me'. By the time I left for school that morning, I had the ideal smile down to perfection. I. Was. Ready.
Apparently though, when the time came for the actual picture, and the photographer said, "Say Cheese," I panicked. All I could remember was, Don't show your teeth. Don't show your teeth. Don't show your teeth. And this is the picture that lives in infamy.
Every time Grandma looked at the picture, she would say, "Oh, I wish I'd have just left you alone!" But I love it. It makes me laugh and think of her every time I see it. AND it taught me to let my girls do their own thing... teeth or no teeth!
Mainly NO teeth.
5 days ago