Mom, Dad and I accompanied Grandma to get fitted for her new dentures today. For someone born in 1928, Grandma's a pretty cool dame. She still works at looking her best, getting her hair dyed, keeping up to speed on accessories, wearing ballet flats instead of sneakers. After looking at me intently, she turned to my mother and said something in Chinese. My mother laughed. Grandma had been admiring my pearly whites and wanted to know if they were all my own, if they were dentures or if they were some combination of the two. I'll leave it to you to figure out the answer to that one.
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