Marshall got his teeth cleaned and treated with fluoride for the first time last week. He was so excited about it! Then he lost a tooth the next day. His sixth. I would have thought it was only his fifth, but I had just been poking around in some containers and had found a tooth wrapped up in a tissue. Since he’s the only one here who has lost any teeth, it had to have been his, and it brought the (then) total up to five.
Finding that tooth made me recall something from my own childhood. I once discovered some teeth in my mother’s jewelry box. I remember thinking that the teeth, still reddish at the roots, were gross and creepy. It never occurred to me that they might have been mine or my brother’s, but why else would my mother have had a tooth collection?
P.S. Don’t let your mind dwell on the idea of why else a woman might have teeth in her jewelry box. It’s too terrible to consider!