is still alive and well with Hilary. Even the orthodontist's receptionist thinks so.
The entire staff knows us quite well. I believe we've set their office record for the number of times a retainer has either gone missing, been destroyed, or severely contorted. This time the culprit is a bedroom door being left open (oops dad) and the white animal pictured that is smart enough to not destroy the appliance, but dumb enough to mold the metal portion into unrecognizable shapes. I believe that Emily can drive to the ortho office with her eyes closed and that they recognize my voice when I muster the courage to call.
This office is SO nice to us! Just when I think this is the last time I'll have to call them about a missing or deformed retainer. I'm not holding my breath...
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