Mommy: "Why are these wet?"
Penelope: "Because I cleaned them."
Mommy: "You cleaned them?"
Penelope: "Yep. With my tongue!"
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
One Down, Nineteen to Go
Ben's has had a tooth wiggling for a couple weeks now, and it finally popped out tonight. I am told that he was eating a slice of pizza when all the fun happened. It involved some crunching sounds, followed by Mommy trying to get an oblivious and confused six year old to spit out his pizza, which he originally didn't want to do (what can I say? the boy likes pizza, and it is a strange request.) This was immediately followed by a frantic search-and-rescue operation. The tooth was successfully recovered (and dang it is small!)
Not surprisingly, Ben has informed us that this was his bottom, front, left incisor. I would not have known that... it's been a while. It's been such a while in fact, that until our niece started losing teeth a couple years ago, I sort of forgot that teeth even fall out.
I think I had blocked it from my memory. I remember it well now. It's just such a freaky, unsettling thing. Not at first - at first, it is exciting. It starts to wiggle a bit... then a bit more... eventually you can move it far enough to get your tongue in the hole underneath, and push it waaaay over. You push it around, pull on it with your fingers every couple minutes. That part is cool. It drives you crazy, but the anticipation of when it's finally going to pop out is awesome.
But it gets freaky and unsettling when the adult male role models in your life find out you have a loose tooth. They start suggesting all kinds of disturbing ways to help the process along. There's millions of variations in which a string is tied between the tooth and some other object such as a doorknob, the bumper of a car or a diving board, and then a sudden jerk does the trick. Eventually, they just walk around the house all day with a set of needle-nose pliers in their hand, looking at you every once in a while with a strange grin on their face. But now that I'm an adult male role model myself, I see it from the other side. Dad was just eager to see this grin:
So I'm oiling the pliers and doing some research. Here's a possibility for the next one: http://www.jokeroo.com/videos/funny/kid-shoots-out-loose-tooth.html
Not surprisingly, Ben has informed us that this was his bottom, front, left incisor. I would not have known that... it's been a while. It's been such a while in fact, that until our niece started losing teeth a couple years ago, I sort of forgot that teeth even fall out.
I think I had blocked it from my memory. I remember it well now. It's just such a freaky, unsettling thing. Not at first - at first, it is exciting. It starts to wiggle a bit... then a bit more... eventually you can move it far enough to get your tongue in the hole underneath, and push it waaaay over. You push it around, pull on it with your fingers every couple minutes. That part is cool. It drives you crazy, but the anticipation of when it's finally going to pop out is awesome.
But it gets freaky and unsettling when the adult male role models in your life find out you have a loose tooth. They start suggesting all kinds of disturbing ways to help the process along. There's millions of variations in which a string is tied between the tooth and some other object such as a doorknob, the bumper of a car or a diving board, and then a sudden jerk does the trick. Eventually, they just walk around the house all day with a set of needle-nose pliers in their hand, looking at you every once in a while with a strange grin on their face. But now that I'm an adult male role model myself, I see it from the other side. Dad was just eager to see this grin:
So I'm oiling the pliers and doing some research. Here's a possibility for the next one: http://www.jokeroo.com/videos/funny/kid-shoots-out-loose-tooth.html
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