They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Or four thousand bucks. This is what happens when the genes of two people with mildly bad bites comingle. It's an orthodontic supernova!

Hen only has to wear his at night. Or, if he's playing catcher at a baseball game. Poor Jack has these hydraulic arm thingies on the sides attached to a plastic retainer on the bottom and full braces on the top, as well as an expander across the roof of his mouth and he only gets to take it out when he brushes his teeth. They're both being very good about it--I'm very proud and I'm trying soooo hard not to laugh, but one liners keep flying out of my mouth. At least they can laugh about it. By the way, what you're looking at is also our trip to Disneyland this year. Who needs Disneyland when you've got headgear!