Slide Show #15
This summer we were driving to Idaho and stopped for Blizzards in Beaver (you know, Beaver, Utah, the town whose city slogan is “Best drinking water in the USA!” Before that it was “The Land of Four Seasons!” and before that it was “Beaver, Utah, Live a Little!” Yes, I notice these things).
About 15 minutes later I hear Chunk #1 say, “I think I just swallowed my tooth!” Wow. That was some Blizzard. I pulled over in case of any blood. After a couple rounds of rinse, spit, repeat, he was proud to show off his newest gaping hole.
Were you the kind of kid that, when you had a loose tooth, you couldn’t leave it alone? You’d wiggle and jiggle and pull and yank? I wasn’t. I might have messed with it with my tongue, gently, cautiously, under my own terms, but I hated the idea of possibly bleeding and therefore let it be.
My son is the same way.
I think he may be worse than I was, although I can’t be sure. He won’t touch it, and of course he won’t let us touch it. He lets it go until it’s hanging on a thread (or one tiny tooth ligament). It drives my husband crazy. I often hear him say to Chunk #1 “Come here, let me wiggle that tooth,” and the Chunk covers his mouth or tries to get away.
I love this picture, he’s just so stinkin’ cute!
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