When anyone in my elementary school got braces, the third-grade teacher would buy them a milkshake.
Kids would show up, flash a crooked metallic smile, and be on their way to Milkshake Town.*
It made me jealous, because I liked milkshakes, too.
Why wasn't I the lucky one with misshapen teeth that would lead to years of physical and emotional pain due to the Eiffel Tower being glued into my mouth (plus a delicious milkshake right now)?
In time, I finally got my wish...
My own braces, my own milkshake, and my own regret!
Moral of the story: kids do not know how to prioritize.
Also, is a sugary drink really the best gift for a child with already unhealthy teeth?
Other moral of the story: adults do not know how to prioritize.
* Not the name of a real town.
Also not the name of a real neighborhood (like Chinatown).
Possibly the name of a real place that sells milkshakes.
(Or if not already, then I call it. Hello, royalties!)