My children are named Simon and Theo, and not for The Chipmunks, though we acknowledged, even at the second birth, that this connection would be made.
One Halloween, we went so far as to dress them as their chipmunk namesakes. I, Amy, was the remaining chipmunk, Alvin.
At thrift stores I found long turtlenecks in red, blue and green. For Simon I found black glasses (which would complete a Harry Potter costume a few years later), and for me, a red cap.
However, the costumes didn't feel finished with only these suggestive hints toward the characters. I tried shading with brown makeup to highlight chubby chipmunk cheeks, but the look still wasn't complete.
Teeth, I thought. The defining feature of a chipmunk is its teeth.
Once again I experimented with makeup, thinking I'd black out all but their front two top teeth. The makeup for this was waxy and wouldn't stay stuck. I'll just buy teeth, I thought.
I drove to several costume shops and quickly determined that their stash of brown with crowns wouldn't do.
At the last store, a saleswoman approached me. By now I'm tired of this hunt, so I come right out with it.
"Do you have buck teeth?" I ask.
She opened her mouth to answer, and I saw that she did.
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