My son, a fairly new member of the tooth-loser club had a wiggly front tooth.
This is seen as some sort of sporting event for my husband or at least a hobby.
Way past his bedtime, my son ran down the stairs screaming, “We have blood, people!” He held up the spotted tissue as proof.
My husband’s eyes glistened and dilated.
Let me just say that what happened next was wrong on so many levels. (Of course, my teeth have a low self esteem, so I may not be a qualified judge).
At first glance, dental floss may seem a harmless over-the-counter dental tool.
Not in the hands of my hubby, tooth-puller extraordinaire.
This is what I heard:
Puller: “I’m going to wrap this tiny string around your tooth.”
Pullee: “Okay. Why?”
Puller: “It’s going to help me, help you.” Give me a break.
Pullee: “Will it hurt?”
Puller: “That’s difficult to answer. I’m going to pull on the count of 3.”
And then I heard this:
“Noooooooo,” from my terrified son.
“You did it!” from my elated son. (Perhaps we have a bipolar thing going on here.)
This is what I saw:
Note how the tooth is still hanging from the said floss.
Like there were any other options for that tooth.
I’m sure this tooth pulling move will be outlawed soon. It borders closely to child abuse or child endangerment, to say the least.
This is wrong. I am ashamed to be a part of it.
I think teeth should fall out au’ natural. You know in your food because they are hanging by a tiny thread of flesh. This is the beautiful way. It’s a peaceful ending to the tooth’s life.
No. Not here. We pull and push and twist. Apples are eaten by the handfuls. We have tools, now. The horror of it all.
And I think this grieves The Tooth Fairy. I really do.
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