A Toothy Story

Did you ever have a stubborn tooth that just wouldn't come out no matter how much you wiggled it? When I was five, my adult side teeth started coming in  right behind my baby teeth. I had two sets of teeth for a while. Finally most of the loose teeth fell out, but one remained. I think it was almost a year that it was loose, but still in my mouth. My dad joked that I should tie a string to it, tie the other end to a doorknob, and walk away fast. Short of doing that, I didn't know if it would ever come out. Then one day, I was playing at a playground with Rebekah and Ruth. Sliding down a slide, somehow I got switched around and started going down headfirst on my stomach. I bumped my jaw on the slide and got the wind knocked out of me. My dad was waiting to catch me, and I tried to say that I thought my tooth had come out, but I couldn't talk very well with no breath! As soon as I caught my breath I excitedly told him. My mom was there, holding baby Beth, and she searched for the tooth, but the mystery tooth was nowhere to be found. Oh, well. The main thing was, my tooth was finally out!
   Because I was the first baby, my teeth were a big deal. My mom saved them in a bottle. One time, I knocked it over somehow. Teeth flew all over the floor. We had company at the time, and one of the guests started helping me pick up my teeth. He was on his hands and knees picking up all these teeny teeth. Poor guy! My two front teeth were among the last to come out. They came out at the exact same time. That made it pretty hard to talk or eat for a while. One of my molars came out in four pieces, one piece at a time. If you get a quarter for one tooth, do you get a dollar for a tooth that comes out one piece at a time? Haha.  Anyway, that's the end of my toothy story.

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