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wrench to put the tracks on our teeth. Addie also comes up with the great idea of superglue. She might be a little bit good at having fun adventures after all.
    Then we go into Addie’s downstairs bathroom.
    “Now, Addie,” I tell her, “you lay out all our supplies on the counter.” Addie puts down all the supplies: paper clips, superglue, and the wrench. “Now we have to wash the wrench,” I say. “To make it clean. We can’t put dirty things in our mouth.”
    We run the wrench under water from the faucet in the tub. Addie grabs a bar of yellow soap. “I will scrub up this wrench,” she says.
    “Good,” I say. “I’ll start cutting the tracks.”
    But when I try to open the paper clip jar, it won’t open! I try and try, until finally, the jar opens and paper clips go flying all over the bathroom.
    I giggle. Maybelle picks one of the paper clips out of her hair. She is sitting on the back of the toilet being quiet as a mouse.
    Addie grabs a towel off the rack and starts to dry the wrench. “All clean,” she says. Then she looks at that wrench very close. “Hmmm,” she says. “There are some stains on this wrench that won’t come off.”
    “Let me examine it,” I say. The wrench has black grease on it. Some of it is coming off onto the towel Addie is using, but some of it is not. “Just wipe it off real good.” Addie wipes it off real good. She gets some black grease on her white lacy shirt.
    “Now,” I say, “come here, I need to measure your mouth.”

    “Me?” Addie looks nervous. “Why do I have to go first?”
    “Because I know how to put the braces on,” I say. “So you will watch me first, and then you will do it to me.” Also, she is going first because I am the boss of her. But I keep my mouth shut about that.
    I bend a blue paper clip into half of a circle and slide it into Addie’s mouth around the top of her teeth. It fits perfect. “Oh, good!” I say, clapping. “Now that we’ve done the fitting, we will glue it to your teeth, and then tighten it with the wrench.” Addie takes the track out of her mouth so that I can put glue on it.
    “Uh-oh,” Addie says. She is sounding out words on the package of superglue. “It says ‘DO NOT USE ON SKIN.’”
    “Teeth are not skin,” I tell her. I am hoping that Addie will forget about the rules of superglue for just one minute.
    “Maybe you could use this!” Maybelle says from her seat on the back of the toilet. She points to a small pink and white tube on the sink. It says: “DENTURE CREAM.” “That would probably work.” Dentures are fake teeth. I know all about them because my Aunt Harriet has fake teeth. Sometimes when we visit her on Sundays, they are sitting in a cup of water on her sink.
    “Yes, that would probably work,” I say. Addie does not notice. She is looking a little bit green. “But I do not feel like helping you to be fun right now, so no thank you.” I am trying to give Maybelle a punishment. But I am distracted by that denture cream.

    “But,” Maybelle says, “this is glue. GLUE. FOR. TEETH.” I cannot control myself any longer. I need to use that cream!
    “What about this?” I ask Addie. I pick up the beautiful pink and white tube.
    “That’s for when my Grandma Jokobeck comes to visit,” Addie says. She shakes her head no, no, no. “I am not allowed to use it. It is for her fake teeth.”
    “But it’s okay,” I say. “Because we are making fake teeth. Sort of. We need mouth glue and this is it!” I wave the tube around to get her all excited.
    “I don’t know,” Addie says. She does not sound so sure. Probably because she still looks a little green. And also probably because she still loves rules. But I think she just needs to be convinced.
    So I open up that tube and smear a big batch of that gooey, gooey cream onto a paper clip. A little bit gets on the sink. And on my hands. And on the towels. And on the floor. Then we put that paper clip right in Addie’s mouth. I hold my