October 24, 2001

• Jimmy's a Freaky Kid

  
  

  Jimmy's 14.  He had a tooth that was in pretty bad shape... one of those teeth that live there next to your front teeth.  What are they called... incisors?  Anyway. 

  
  

  He had work done on the tooth, and a temporary crown was put on until the "real" one came in.  Three days prior to that, though, the temporary one came off while he was eating on the bus.

  
  

  My reaction was:  "Uh oh!  I should call the dentist.  What are we gonna do?  That tooth is right in front..."

  
  

  Jimmy:  "I know what I'M gonna do.  I'm gonna wear a my bib overalls with a torn t-shirt, some work gloves in my pocket, and get a long piece of straw grass to stick in my mouth.  It's gonna be a GOOD day at school!"  And sure enough, he did.  We were quite proud.  He's a survivor. 

  
  

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  I asked him if school pictures had happened yet.  "Yep."  I asked where they were.  "Um, we didn't order any."  I was appalled.  I had never seen the proofs.

  
  

  Jimmy:  "Well, they look exactly like my ID picture."  He pulled it out of his wallet.  In it, his hair (which is blue anyway) was in a whale-spout pony-tail on top of his head, his eyes were crossed and his tongue was out.  I laughed so hard...

  
  

  I wish we'd ordered dozens of these.  They're so HIM.

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