My father's teeth We live near to a small town. One day, I sent my father to the dentist to put him a dental prosthesis but in a town like that, you can imagine how the quality of such services is. Well, after the operation ended, my father came back home but the teeth were so big, just as I supposed! I wanted to laugh but I did a great effort to avoid it. However, he was happy with his new teeth so I said him: Good job; you look well, dad!... Since then, I guess that in the town, all the dentists use the same size of prosthesis, no matter if the client is a man, a woman or a boy, tall or short, thin or fat; they put them the same kind of prosthesis. And that can be true, because, when I go to the town and see people talking next to me, I can figure out if their teeth are real or a prosthesis...