- Saddest thing about this is that only one of the children have inherited my invulnerable teeth. The other one's teeth appear to be made from clay
- God bless my ironclad teeth. The rest of my body may be falling all to pieces, but I'm going into my 40th year with not a filling in sight. (Just as well, because I have a panic attack every time I force myself to go to the dentist)
