Let's start with the $million dollar$ smile:
This smile has been the nemesis of our good parenting careers. It all started at his 9 year birthday party (I take that back, it started when Glory's head collided with his mouth when he was about 7 (see this post), but the birthday party makes for a better story). It was a bowling party which came to a screeching end when Gable turned around to look at me with "that" look on his face (the one every mother recognizes as tragic) and then ever so slightly curved his lip up to reveal the gaping void that moments before was a smile filled with BEAUTIFUL, newly grown teeth. He had dropped his bowling ball and who would have thought, but those suckers bounce just like basketballs, and it sprang right up into his face and snapped his gorgeous front teeth. Well, since that momentous occasion, Gable has managed to get his teeth knock out countless times in countless ways (the side of the swimming pool, football, horsing around, etc, etc, etc, etc, etc.....), the latest being his wrestling season which has seen us at the dentist getting a new tooth SEVERAL times - (why we ever wasted money on braces is one of those painful lessons in parenting we would rather forget). - And yes, we do know what mouth guards are.Anyway, this tooth is now to the point that there is nothing viable to attach a fake tooth to, and since he is still too young to get an implant, we have the dentists scratching their heads as to what to do with him. Our good parenting has also been wearing thin, leaving him looking like an unloved redneck since wrestling season has been over, which isn't such a bad thing when you go to an all-boys school. However, there is this little thing called Prom (see below), so as luck would have it, we were getting fitted for a new tooth and a tuxedo all on the same day.
Lets back up a few steps. The Saturday of Prom Gable had his ACT test. When Gable woke up he asked if it would be OK if he wore his Tuxedo to take his test. I told him "No, it will get all wrinkly and sweaty by tonight". So instead, this is what he wore to go sit in a room filled with other sweaty teens taxing their brains for 4 1/2 hours.
Why, you might ask? In Gable's words "DRESS WELL, TEST WELL" - I love it!Now to Prom. Gable came to us and said he wanted to go to Prom with his group of friends and we agreed with a hesitant heart. This wasn't the Mormon Prom and dances just aren't like they used to be - how's that for old fashioned? Really, have you seen the way some people let their daughters go out the door these days and have you seen the way they dance? It's deep and murky water our sons are treading through, but Gable has a great group of friends and his date couldn't have been sweeter.
Gable had to help everyone get their cufflinks on because no one else knew how.
Now, let me explain this next picture. His date was such a cute girl and she was joking with him all week that if he didn't get his tooth by prom, she would bring her baby with her (she is taking a class at her school that requires the girls to spend 5 days caring for computerized babies that mimic "real" babies -hence, scaring the crap out of them so they will know the realities of motherhood). She had a great sense of humor and I couldn't resist making Gable take his tooth out and getting this picture. How's that for redneck?
2 comments:
Oh my goodness Gable. So how many redneck jokes have you heard? The pictures are priceless and you looked great (with the tooth in) and a beautiful date too.
Gable, Aunt Tammie is right about you, also a very nice person. Your date is very pretty and I loved seeing some of the pic's of your big night. Did dressing well help test well, if I know you, you aced them. I love you Momma.
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