My mouth is uncomfortable again. And I had to struggle when Mummy tried to fix them last week because the wire things were so scarey. They are meant to hold my mouth open so Mummy can do my teeth but they scare me and they move and pinch my cheeks and tongue. I’m afraid I squealed last time and Mummy was upset too.
I know Mummy did the right thing to try because I keep playing with my tongue on the front ones of my back teeth, the pre-molars. I think Mummy managed to see them and saw they are growing inwards. But she seems to have given up trying to look at them, and I’m quite pleased with that, but at the same time I worry in case she doesn’t realise they need trimming again.
I wish I didn’t have funny teeth that grow inwards, as well as funny front teeth that need trimming because they don’t meet properly either. I’ve only got one bottom front tooth since the other one fell out. I get fed up with Mummy checking my teeth, but then again, I’m glad she pays attention to them.
She did say something about going to Cambridge on Monday, so perhaps we’re going to see Dr Vedra again. It’s a very long way though. I hope it isn’t as noisy in the car as it was last time. We had to go through a big rain storm which was scarey. I hate my teeth 😦 I seem to be the only one that has trouble with them. Why me?
Sorry, I shouldn’t moan. But thank you for listening, I feel better now.