I keep not understanding what’s happening next at the orthodontist. So we keep getting all ready for the big day. Including posing for “one last pic” of the old smile. Meanwhile, Bastien is literally rattling with fear. And then we go in and they’re like, “oh, spacers!” Or, “oh appliance!” This might be good, because somehow “appliance” is a relief. So he’s learning to talk and eat again. And I’ve officially got April 8th on my calendar for the real deal.