Anyway, she has a three-year-old who (in an attempt to follow in his mother's footsteps) is already enrolled in kindergarten (which I didn't even think was legal). The kindergarten isn't part of this story, though. The story is that my coworker came over to my desk today in a state of distress and said, "Colin, how expensive is a dental specialist? Will I have to take out a loan?"
"I don't know," I said. "What do you need to have done?"
"It's my baby. His teeth are too pointy."
And she pulled out her phone, and showed me a series of pictures of her son. Most of them were disturbing close-ups of his mouth, and she zoomed in on the others.
"They're terrible," she said. "We need to get them fixed!"
I could hear the italics in her voice (the underlining is mine, though).
Kid looks fine to me.
She's calling the dentist anyway.