My daughter's crying in the backseat because of her horrible dentist appointment. She has cavities.
The oldest daughter says, "Look at it this way: Nobody likes perfect people. Imagine all the conversations you can have on the playground with other kids who have cavities. You'll understand. Who wants perfect? Right, Mom?"
"Right." I'm smiling. I'm smiling with a mouth full of my own cavities.
Journal: Who wants perfect?