I am happy to report that I received no bad news at the dentist yesterday: I haven't any cavities, the state of my gums is satisfactory, and my lone baby tooth is hanging in there. It never fell out when the others did, you see, and there happens to be no adult tooth behind it (I assume this is because I am from an area of the country prone to toothlessness). When the tooth finally loosens and comes out, my dentist tells me that I will have to get an implant to fill its spot. This will sadden me because it will signify the loss of the last vestige of my youth (trust me: it will).
Also, part of me suspects that this tooth is the key to my superhuman strength and that its loss or extraction will result in my enslavement to the Philistines.
So there's that.
Haha, congratulations Samson! Don't worry if your last baby tooth falls off. It's part of life, like the falling of cherry blossoms to usher the spring. And you won't become weak once it happens anyway. Just prepare for your implant and everything will be fine.
Posted by: Jerri Larimore | September 23, 2011 at 01:47 PM