Tell me how you really feel

1702 1702_ () 1702 1702 Tonight, as the boys are heading upstairs for bed, I call Augie over to inspect his brush job.

“Let me look,” I say. My seven-year-old throws his head back and bares his teeth. His permanent teeth have replaced the previously vacant spots out front, and I note just how big these new teeth are. These teeth are from his daddy’s side of the family — very nice over-sized incisors that one day, Lord willing, his face will grow into.

“You have really large teeth, Largey,” I say. And before I can cringe at my utter lack of nickname creativity, Augie protests.

“Mom,” he complains, “when you call me that it makes me feel like a freak.” 1702″> ?

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