It Was The Best Of Times

It was the best of times. it was the worst of times, it was last Tuesday teatime. I was serving up the dish of the day when The Small One pulled up a chair and launched her Big Topic. Braces, retainers, orthodontics, call it what you will: we've been talking about it quite a lot recently. We've covered the whole subject inside, outside, upside, downside, any-which-way-but-loose, to be honest. But that's okay. We're sorted. She knows what has to be done and she's ready for it. I could tell by her face. It's all clear in her mind.
She took a mouthful of spaghetti and chewed thoughtfully. "Yes," she said, firmly. "I'd much rather do this now. I mean, I don't want to end up all grown up an' all, getting bits sawn off my teeth and new ones stuck on." She threw me a glance. "That's not good."
The Tall One stopped with his fork in mid air. His mouth fell open so wide he nearly de-bolognesed all down the front of his t shirt. "What?" he said, looking at me, then looking at his sister. "Are you trying to tell me that not only is she a fake redhead; but that she's got fake teeth as well?" He lowered his head into his hands and began to rock gently from side to side. "Nothing," he said, bitterly. "Nothing is what you think it is in this world." He spiked a piece of broccoli. "I used to think this stuff was made from cute little miniature trees. Now I know it's just vegetables."
We're having roast potatoes this week. Less messy.
I'm off to the hairdressers now. I don't have any photos of my best bolognese. So I'll leave you with one of the only food photos I've ever taken. Delicious.

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