What I learned today was that I have a love and hate relationship with my teeth. I love that they’re coming in because I’ll be able to chew on real food, and I’ve heard and seen how delicious it can be. I hate it because it’s hurting me when they sprout through my gums. Seriously, WTF?
Maybe I can just buy myself some dentures and call it even.
Or maybe I can just borrow a set from my grandparents.