And the Brace Faces Begin. First Spawn. Phase 2.

Claire recently had to write from the perspective of one of her favorite fairy tale characters.



The first week she had to continue writing right from where the original story ended.



But the next week she had to write from her character's perspective 20 years later.

This is Claire as Cinderella, twenty years after she got married:

Dear Diary, I had a little girl. Her name is Belle. She is a wonderful child. I love her so much. She has dark brown hair and green eyes and her hair is down to her butt. She has beautiful dresses and an under bite.


No, I'm joking. I added the under bite thing. But yeah, the rest was all her.


So, Phase 2 is going well. Except that we're facing a fairly significant issue.



We can't kiss her goodnight with all that rubber and metal on.

I just steal mine in the morning, except that I have to contend with caked on dried saliva.

In honor of Claire's lost crooked smile, I'm including this Mother Goose nursery rhyme:

There was a crooked man,
And he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.

And changing it a little bit for her sake:

There was a crooked girl
Who had a crooked smile,
She found a crooked dollar
Against a crooked pile,
She bought a crooked piece of gum
Which got stuck in her crooked spacer
And they all laughed together
When they looked at her in her face gear.




I'm so mean.