Ingrid has crooked teeth. She’s old enough to start fixing them, with adult teeth all in place where needed. (Except for one baby tooth which she’ll get to keep for life, because there’s no adult tooth developing underneath it. I had no idea this was a thing, but now I know.)
Her teeth are too many for her jaw and simply can’t fit, so the first step is to remove some. To me, pulling out teeth feels like a very drastic step, but the orthodontist was very sure and very convincing about this. So today Ingrid had two teeth pulled out.
I’ve never removed any teeth. All I’ve seen is dozens of baby teeth – both my own, decades ago, and now Ingrid’s and Adrian’s. Lost baby teeth are just nubs, but Ingrid’s two teeth have substantial roots. I hadn’t pictured them as being so long.
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