My sister’s showed me that her teeth don’t meet in the middle of the front of her mouth, which her dentist said is called xxxxxx ("malocclusion"? "open bite"? )
Whatever it is called, it is why, when she finishes eating her peanut butter sandwiches, there is always a little biscuit sized scalloped edged piece left over from the center of the sandwich, that her teeth could not reach.
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