Today, while teaching 5th and 6th grade science, in the middle of a sentence, I chipped two teeth.
I wasn't yelling.
I wasn't grinding my teeth in irritation. (I may have been rolling my eyes, but that's for another post.)
I wasn't eating Gobstoppers.
I was just talking. And by some freak of nature, two of my teeth caught on each other. There was a very loud crack and then chunks of enamel floating around in my mouth.
And then I got to hear about all the broken teeth my students have endured in their short lives.
Hubs says, "It sucks to get old."
If this is what it means to be 33, I'll think I'll sit this one out.
Happy birthday to me.