The Tooth Fairy
Last night while celebrating Grandma's birthday, Dylan lost his first tooth. (He is Uncle Bobby's girlfriend's son.) Actually, Tracie pulled it out for him; that is something that I will not be able to do. I guess our kids will go to Aunt Tracie's house or PaPa's house to have that taken care of.
It made me think about all the teeth I've lost. I lost my first one on the first day of second grade. I can't really say I lost it- that sucker did NOT want to come out. A full tooth had grown in behind it, but it didn't want to budge (something about roots that didn't dissolve). My dad worked on it with a washcloth for what seemed like 2 hours to me. He might recall better. Finally, after a lot of pain and blood, he told me I could work on it for a minute. Grateful, I grabbed the washcloth and tried to gingerly move it back and forth... but it was gone. Dad did it!
That was by far the worst experience I had (including the dentist pulling out about 8 of them). I had some other interesting things happen to other teeth though. One night, Mom squeezed me in a tight hug and a top tooth that hadn't been loose popped out. I lost one eating a pear. I lost one eating Spaghetti-O's. The weirdest one was when Kim went to hug me one night and accidently (somehow) got her finger caught in my mouth and when she pulled it out, she took a tooth with it.
Share your interesting teeth stories.
posted by Jaime at 9:26 AM
3 Comments:
Yea, save the day Jim...why don't you tell the story about how you put the cereal box on the top of the refrigerator so I couldn't reach it, and I was trying to get it (3rd grade), and I pulled the freezer door open and it knocked my front tooth out, and then Dad pulled out the other one. I lost both of my front teeth days before Christmas - you know I got a lot of "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" singing that year. I hated it. I also got "by the way, there's no Tooth Fairy, no Easter Bunny, no Santa Clause or anything else that you believe in...I was about wrecked - Mom told me that one. It was a pretty sad day in my life...two teeth and all that is magical ripped away.
A good tooth story was watching Noah struggle for days trying to pull his first one. I could totally relate to his frustration, anxiety, and pain. I was moving into my apartment, and I was trying to help pull the tooth in between moving boxes. Then, he finally took hold of it and pulled it out. The excitement, relief and joy on his face was a cool thing to see. I was glad I got to be there when he lost his first tooth.
February 10, 2006 6:45 PM
hi Jaime! personally, i always thought that pulling teeth was one of the most awful, disgusting situations as a child. the thought of someone else putting their grubby fingers in my mouth to extract a tooth! ugh! much less ripping it out myself. i preferred to just let them fall out naturally, which sometimes resulted in a tooth dangling by a thread in my mouth for a while....but there was no way anyone was getting thier hands in my mouth th rip out a tooth! the thought still gives me chills!
February 11, 2006 12:50 AM
I am with Stephanie. GROSS!!! My neices and nephews knew I had a tooth phobia and would love to wiggle those loose teeth at me - I'd run from the room (added some fun for the kids) screaming. I was a grown man.
My personal experience was when I had lost both my front teeth and my grandmother made corn on the cob. I told everyone that I wanted to cut the kernals off like my grandfather did (he had false teeth). I was scolded - they'd forgotten that I didn't have those two large front teeth anymore. So, I tried to eat the corn by pushing the cob into the side of my mouth. Everyone laughed. My mother apologized and that night I not only got to cut the corn off the cob, I got an extra scoop of ice cream.
Dream Big!!!
February 11, 2006 7:59 AM
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