Orthodontics, pt. 1
I was born without a permanent lateral incisor (the tooth next to your front teeth, which is smaller but doesn't look as much like a vampire fang as the one next to it.) I don't know when I learned this, maybe sometime when I was five or six at the dentist, when he was showing my mom the x-rays. Of course, I didn't really care at the time because my mouth tasted like the cotton-candy fluoride that had been sitting in it for about ten minutes and all I could think about was how to get the lady behind the counter to give me two lollipops in my plastic take-home baggie instead of one.
(I didn't get the lollipop because they were all out of green ones, so I settled for a sticker with a rainbow and a happy sun, which I thought looked really pretty on the car window, although strangely my mom didn't agree.)
Since I still had my baby tooth in that spot, I didn't pay too much thought to the fact that I was missing an adult tooth until I hit my teens. Apparently puberty makes your adult teeth d