Smile

I had been seeing David for a couple of months; he and I both had children from previous marriages. My daughter Amanda has a slight learning disability and is very outspoken. She just tells it like it is and if you don’t like it … oh well. We were all at David’s house, sitting on the porch, talking about all the weird things our children do. Not to be outdone, Amanda says, “Oh, you say *we* are weird? Well, Mom, who chased me around the house the other night with her teeth out?” See, I had planned to tell David that I had false teeth, but I hadn’t gotten around to it yet. After I turned 40 shades of red, he looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I still love you.” Still, I felt really bad because he’d said the first thing he noticed about me was my beautiful smile!