HI. I’M YOUR RESIDENT OLD FOGGIE! I CAN’T EAT ANY FOOD I HAVE TO ‘TEAR’ FOR LIKE THE NEXT 6 WEEKS. BOO! I CAN’T EAT SANDWICHES, UNLESS I CUT THE LITTLE BUGGERS. PIZZA, SAME DEAL. COOKIES I HAVE TO BREAK APART. I HAVE TO CUT EVERY DAMN THING I EAT INTO PIECES. GERIATRIC MOUTH WILL PREVAIL! THE GOOD THING IS… ONE DAY, IT’S ALL OVER. AND I’M GOLDEN, NOT THE TOOTH (MOM!), JUST MY SITUATION!