I recently had 2 wisdom teeth taken out.
They were impacted and it was atrocious!
Not the surgery.
I worked as a dental assistant/receptionist before Pumpkin and Bubby were born so I knew what I was getting myself into.
But still---horrible, wicked, atrocious!
After all is said and done, I'm fine now.
Minus 2 teeth.
I asked them if I could keep them to show my children.
Pumpkin was so excited to see them.
I was barely out of the car, gauze in mouth,
and she was begging me to "see 'em!"
Pretty cool, really.
When I was feeling somewhat better I thought I'd take a closer look at them.
Bubby wanted a chance to look them over too.
I didn't see any harm in letting him take a look.
(he is nearly 2)
I look away to stir the soup--
turn back and
"where are the teeth, Pumpkin?"
She doesn't know.
"Where are the teeth Bubby?"
A big smile spreads and I see them stick out like chewing gum in his mouth.
He spits them out and they're both there and in one piece.
And now they are also very clean.