That is a pretty amazingly accurate mouth. Yes, I counted the teeth because I'm weird.
In most of my life, I am the precise opposite of a perfectionist. If I build something, and it isn't falling down, it's good enough. If I cook something and it doesn't kill us when we eat it, it's good enough. But for some reason, when I paint something, I'm suddenly a perfectionist. There has to be the exactly correct number of teeth in the mouth, the correct number of windows on the Michigan Transportation building, and today, the correct number of lace holes on the roller skate boots. I'm sure it wouldn't matter if I did it wrong, but I can't. It's so very unlike me. I'm not a perfectionist, but my muse is.