We are calling her Metal Mouth, Brace Face, and Woo Woo Train Tracks. She has a good sense of humor about it. She was so excited to get braces, like it was the best day of her life, and now, two days later, not so much... She's sore, her cheeks hurt, she's whiny, and I'm trying to be sensitive.
Note the pimples on the forehead. Poor thing: its only just beginning. To add insult to injury, she has her 11 year check up today where she will be seen mostly naked by her male doctor (gasp!) and she will get two shots. Minimum. Adolescence is sucks.
She'd want me to add the following photo. Actually, she probably wouldn't want me to add any photos, but I'm gonna anyway. I just plunked down a small fortune for those braces, they're mine, I can do what I want with them.