So I’m having it pulled in a few hours. Sometime after that, an implant, which will nearly make me The Bionic Mimi.
Because The Perfect Grandson is a five year-old boy, he wants to see the tooth. He’s heard a thing or two about losing teeth and that tooth fairy woman, but he’s a man who likes hard evidence. A scientist.
My fear, of course, is that my old tooth will rattle around in a plastic pill bottle alongside his beetles and dead paper-wasps. Wish me luck.
2 thoughts on “Anything for Science”
Having a six-year-old myself, I can attest that boys are disgusting but awesome.
If I had known boys were this much fun I'd have filled the house with them. Bugs and all.