Oh how I do not miss those days. T refused to wear his... it shows. :-(
At least he wears them. I dropped mine like a bad habit as soon as I thought my mom would let me.
I was one of the lucky few who never really needed those. Hopefully, the next generation of Cs will inherit my good fortune.
Gah! Looks like he's going to have to get a really good post college job to pay you back!
I used to work in the school cafeteria and saw moms digging through the garbage for their kid's retainer. Gross. But worth it.
Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean is a retainer belonging to Skippy Marshmallow. And somewhere in the landfill is another belonging to Wolfgang Marshmallow. And another belonging to Pablo Marshmallow.I feel you, man.
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