Teeth have been falling out of Jacob’s head left and right, top and bottom. I don’t really remember this being a big part of sixth grade? He lost one of his lower teeth a few weeks ago, then the matching one on the other side fell out on the third. His look became very gopher. And then yesterday another upper tooth just fell right out with zero warning. I’m confident the Tooth Fairy responsibly wears a teeny tiny little mask when she visits.
Today we’re driving home after an exceptionally perfect morning of warm lemon scones with honey butter and an outdoor table in the sunshine, when the subject of wisdom teeth comes up. There were a lot of questions around why they’re called wisdom teeth and what they’re for and why you have to get them taken out. Coincidentally, we have our first orthodontist consultation on Monday. The boys were noticeably intrigued by the idea of missing school and subsisting on smoothies and mashed potatoes.
As I’m explaining how the surgery works I say something about how they knock you out.
And Nate asks, “With what, a stick?”
P.S.
According to Jake, we were all laughing so loudly that I missed the part where Nate said confused, “What?… A rock?”