Toofless

Posted by gspeed on May 11, 2009 in Health & Fashion, Monsters, Myths & Legends | 3 comments

So I had the pleasure of having my 7 year old cousin flick her floppy little tooth in my face and hear her yell upstairs as Mom pulled it out. Man, what a proud moment that was for my baby cousin. Nobody could escape this kid as she showed everyone the lonely hole that once housed that tooth escapee.

I remember losing my first tooth while eating a hotdog. It was a horrific experience: I thought I bit down on a bone (which already grossed me out…what kind of a hotdog has a bone in it?) but then ended up spitting out a tooth, instead. Dear God! I hope that was my tooth…and not some gross tooth that landed in the mix at the hotdog factory. Hmmm…hopefully I had a gap in my smile afterwards.

And nobody ever made me feel better with stories of the tooth fairy, either.  (Insert tiny violin here).

The whole milktooth thing is so weird. Babies squirm and cry as their first set of teeth push through their pink gums and then those damn teeth just decide to fall out! Even after putting us through all that torture! How dare they?!