The Barber and the Milk Cow

You hope your son gets your husband’s eyes or maybe his broad shoulders. Or, maybe, you hope your little girl gets your beautiful hair. You don’t hope they get your acne or your lousy eyes or even your crooked teeth.

Out of my three sons, Marty, the oldest, got the better end of the deal. He got my husband’s perfect teeth…no cavities, absolutely straight, and bright white. However, he got my lousy vision.  But my younger two boys, Joey and Gabe, they got the short end of the stick. They both got stuck with my crooked ass teeth (oh dear God, save me from paying for two sets of braces). It’s bad enough that their adult teeth don’t come in straight but, there baby teeth don’t want to let go.

When Joey’s adult teeth started coming in, the baby teeth didn’t fall out by themselves. I don’t think a single one of them came out with assistance. I won’t go into details but the tooth removal adventures involved everything from wash clothes to the traditional strings and doorknobs. Once (or maybe twice) we even employed a pair of needlenose pliers. Joey was stoic through it all but I started to feel like I had developed a macabre hobby (or maybe it’s just that I had a previous life as an old West barber…pulling teeth and cutting hair).

imageI was not excited when Gabe started showing evidence of baby teeth that just won’t let go. I had visions of more macabre afternoons involving yanking teeth. But, I haven’t had to do that once. Nope, Gabe is my little warrior man and he pulls his own teeth. In this past week alone, he pulled two loose teeth (both his top front teeth). He doesn’t have that big gap in the front of his mouth since the adult teeth had already started coming in but I still think it’s a cute look.

So, we have perfect teeth, crooked teeth, cute kids, smiles with adorable gaps, and a possible former life as an old West barber (to go along with my former life as either a wet nurse or a milk cow)…

What’s going on with you?

4 Responses to The Barber and the Milk Cow
  1. Mrs. Gamgee
    May 23, 2013 | 12:37 am

    Ugh… teeth.

    I’m praying that the wee-lings get my teeth and not my Beloved’s. Mine were perfectly straight until my wisdom teeth came in. My Beloved’s family’s teeth are terrible, but at least he’s the best of the bunch. He’s still got all his. All of his siblings have had dentures or partials since their late thirties.

    My niece and nephew got my sister’s terribly messed up teeth (nephew is almost twelve and still doesn’t have his two front teeth, niece is almost 11 and just lost her first tooth a month ago). I know that my sis and BIL are paying through the nose for the kids’ orthodontia.
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    • Kristin
      May 23, 2013 | 10:51 pm

      Hope your kiddos get lucky with their teeth. Does the oldest wee-ling have space between her baby teeth? Marty’s baby teeth all had space between them and his adult teeth are perfect.
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  2. Egg Timer
    May 23, 2013 | 9:35 am

    I had teeth that wouldn’t let go… Every baby tooth had to be pulled by a dentist because the adult teeth grew in in rows behind. I don’t envy your children. Ug.
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