Today I reaffirmed my position as World's Meanest Dad. The kids had dental appointments and Rachel and Kevin got the news they kne was coming but wanted to pretend they'd never actually hear: they need braces.

To Kevin this is an inconvenience; he doesn't want them but he'll deal with it. To Rachel, the world is going to end on the day when she has to have them actually placed in her mouth. And I am the cruel bastard that refuses to tell te dentist she doesn't really need to see an orthodontist on Friday, and failing that I'm supposed to tell the orthodontist that her life will be ruined if she's forced to have a mouthful of metal for two entire years. Jacking up the level of unfairness is that Alex has perfectly straight teeth and he has been spared the indignity of having to go through this dental hell that she's being dragged kicking and screaming through.

The next couple of weeks are going to be so much fun.