Memories Rewind: Loose Tooth vs. Towel

I apologize for not posting this yesterday. I was studying for a test.

My tooth had been loose for days. I agitated it with my tongue to no avail. I would go to bed trying to sleep, only waking up to find my tongue had found its way to my tooth.

I came home from school, excited to find my tooth was loser. The looser is it, the closer I am to the tooth fairy! I told myself. I grabbed a peach colored towel from my Granny's bathroom and went to work. I leaned into the mirror so that I could stare that wimpy little tooth eye to eye. Mano a Mano.

"Got it out yet?" my mom yelled from the living room. "Nope," I said disappointed that I wasn't the newest member of the snaggle tooth grin club.

"Let me at that tooth!" my Papa grinned. He just had to get in on this one. I can have it out in no time!"

Knowing he was serious, I got scared. I hopped on the counter and awaited my fate. He wound the towel between his fingers and started to put it around my tooth. "No! No! I whined.

He was determined to get that thing out despite my loud protests. "Pop!" The tooth was out and I was left with a bloody mouth. "You killed me! I screamed." To my young mind, a bloody massacre had occurred in my mouth.

Suddenly, the tooth fairy visit lost its luster. After expressing my feelings of utter disdain for Papa, I held my tooth up proudly, glad to be rid of that wiggly little thing!

Do you have any funny tooth stories?