Early on, I acquired the reputation for the official tooth puller (when one needed a little coaxing in coming out. I just seem to have the gift to get kids to open their mouth so I can just "wiggle" it ...just a little and SNAP - it is out of their mouth before they realize what has happened. No strings or slamming doors needed. I magically open my palm and there it lays, in all its bloody glory. Every once in a while I will hear, "You said you weren't going to pull it", to which I will answer, "It was so loose, it just fell into my hand". Case closed.
|Partner in crime|
So, it was no surprise to me when Nathan (11) told me as he was visiting this summer, he had not one but TWO loose teeth. I asked him if he needed me to look at either of them to which he assured me that no, he was good. (He is wise to my ways). It was the last night he and Ethan were staying when he came down triumphantly to my room, tooth in hand. I think the tooth fairy must pay more at my house because this always seems to happen.
Naturally, I did what any normal, grandma (or in my case, Mimi) would do. I said, "Nathan, quick, give me that tooth". He was not so quick to hand over the prize. I assured him I needed it for just a short while and that it would be "funny". The look he gave me as he handed it over did not spell confidence but nevertheless, I had what I wanted. Madi quickly went and made popcorn and we set the stage.
Soon Terry came in the room and I began eating popcorn, gave a loud cry of dismay, followed by a cough into my hand. Terry came over and now I opened my palm, and there was the "tooth". If academy awards were being handed out that night for impromptu performances, I assure you, I was a shoo-in. As I bitterly "wept" and Terry tried to comfort me, Madi started laughing. He was appalled. He had his hands full -comforting me and then shockingly, he had to deal with an unsympathetic teen. He said, "Madi, this is not funny". Which caused Nathan to start laughing. So now, with my head buried in his side, shoulders shaking in what he thought were waves of agony (in fact, laughing so hard I almost was crying) he was mouthing all kinds of messages to both of them, which will not be repeated here (family audience and all). Finally, I pulled away and handed Nathan back his tooth.
Terry was so confused. It was the best joke ever. Of course, then Mr. French didn't think it was as funny as we did.
I know not everyone appreciates my sense of humor, but this much I know for sure, I kept myself awake longer than usual that night because I couldn't stop laughing.
And I slept better than I had in a long time.
Until next time,