So dad's had multiple fillings over the years, and he's had these twin white ones smack dab in the middle of his two front teeth that have been there for about 30 billion years. One night he was gobbling from a cement mixer-sized bowl of popcorn, a favorite nighttime snack, and one of the front teeth broke off just below the filling. "That's fine," he says. "I'll just be careful." Mom looked at him and shook her head as she seems to do more and more these days. Flash forward a few weeks and dad notices a hairline crack in the other front tooth right along the edge of the filling on that side. Well, I'm sure you can guess where this is going. The other morning he comes up from the
dungeon workshop to tell mom that that one broke, too. "Let's see," says mom, holding back a snicker. Dad opens his gob wide to expose a 4-lane highway-wide gap between his two front teeth, and mom pretty much peed herself with, umm, concern. She was so concerned she could hardly breath between bouts of concern. Once her concern subsided and she got up off the floor & changed her underpants she said he'd have to make an appointment to get that taken care of.
Now, ordinarily I'd have a photo to add to my post, but dad's teeth are pretty gross overall what with the collection of fillings and amount of coffee he drinks, so I won't make you upchuck this time 'round. Consider yourself fortunate that you'll have to make do with my pencil-sketched rendition.
Yeah, I'd say that's pretty accurate. Do you know how hard it is to hold a writing implement with a paw? The twin forests sprouting from his schnoz are just to make it more lifelike, and they're pretty dead-on.