Laugh with me. I lost the fake part of my front tooth at midnight on All Saints Day morning, when I tried opening a stubborn flip-top water bottle with my mouth. Uh huh. Now I have a photo to remember it by. I went five days without a complete front tooth and now, I'm delighted to say, I have a lovely new one.I dressed up as a witch for Halloween. Too bad I didn't chip my tooth about six hours earlier.
The days without a complete tooth increased my compassion for people who don't have all their teeth. I found it to be a really vulnerable time, and I kept explaining my story to those who saw me. I was afraid of their (potential) judgment. Hmm.
2 comments:
honestly, i didn't notice the tooth until you mentioned it. i thought, how refreshing to see beverly's face!
Hey, I'm catching up Mama.
This made me laugh. My oldest daughter has a broken tooth about the same size on a lower permenent tooth. It was fixed immediately, but we'll (she'll) probably have to replace it as they do tend to only last so long.
Good to laugh about it though...huh?
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