Ames took a rock to the face at the beginning of summer and lost a permanent tooth. The true fix is years down the road but in the meantime, it’s time to talk braces. So where does a small town kid go for an orthodontist consult? The big city, of course! We’re heading up to Anchorage this afternoon, just my boy and I. We’ll have a hotel sleepover and drive back tomorrow after the appointment.
I am both excited and nervous about so much one-on-one time. The kid who came out of my body, seemingly a tiny version of myself, now feels like a stranger to me much of the time. This is adolescence, I guess. Here we go!
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