There are people like my brother who killed one of his front teeth when he set his face in the path of a cousin’s ping pong paddle swing.Īnyway, it’s weird that we lose our initial set of teeth. Cavities happen in such a setting, but they’re not the only danger. The kids in our household aren’t exactly gifted brushers and not a one of them relishes the idea of letting Dad gag them with a toothbrush. Not that you can blame those teeth, really. Real food can be consumed and a baby now looks like toddler.Īnd then – just a few years later – the teeth decide to get out of dodge. Their initial appearance is cause for celebration (and not a little drool and whining, most likely), then the original Lone Ranger tooth gathers siblings, and eventually a previously gummed smile becomes appropriately toothy (and dangerous to parents, siblings, and frustrating toddlers encountered at the park). It’s certainly strange when teeth decide to bail out from your baby’s mouth. Keep wrenching your forearm back and forth, Jimmy … you need to loosen it up so that it can fall off and let your adult forearm grow in. I’m rather pleased that this baby set / adult set concept hasn’t spread to other body parts. I could barely pull out my own baby teeth back in the day, and I sure as heck haven’t offered to help my kids in their respective tooth-losing efforts. I think the wiggling and losing of teeth is fairly gross. Funny little tools and facial decoration, our pearly whites. We start life without ‘em, we end life without ‘em, and we switch sets towards the beginning.
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