The "The Old Guy and the Young Blonde" Story

The Old Guy and the Young Blonde

It was an ordinary day.  Sitting in the overstuffed chair with a lovely blond haired, blue eyed young girl snuggled up next to me.  We are looking through a Harry Potter book trying to find a few pictures that we can talk about.  My young friend is 67 years my junior and has a smile that can light up the room.  Allison is my brother Steve's youngest grandchild and we all have gathered for a few days at the shore for a good time.  Allison and I leafed through the book and finally found a drawing or two that we talked about when all of a sudden I realized she was staring at me.  "Why is your tooth like that?" she asked as she pointed to my bottom row of teeth.  "Well, when I was a young boy my mom and dad didn't feel like it was important to have teeth that were straight like your teeth, so they never had it fixed." Could have added that they probably didn't have the money to get me braces, but she wouldn't understand that.  My explanation seemed to suffice for a short time until she looked at me again and asked, "Why does your tooth stick out like that?"  Here is this beautiful little girl with pure white curly hair and perfect teeth staring at me waiting for an answer that she can understand.  "My mom and dad didn't have money to have my teeth fixed and this is the way that my teeth have been since I got my permanent teeth."  She stared and stared, not fully understanding my explanation I suppose.  So, I took my glasses off and said to her, "My teeth may not be straight, but I'll bet you don't have any friends who have an eye that is two different colors."  She climbed up on her knees next to me to take a closer look and got this really big smile on her face when she realized my eye was half green and half brown.  She had discovered something new in me and my tooth no longer was important.  Oh the joys of being young!  It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.