I don’t do loose teeth. I’m not a mom, so I feel I have the right to pick and choose which gross bodily things I have to deal with.

If a kid starts wiggling his tooth in front of me, I tell him to stop and do that at home. I don’t need to see that, and I have no plans on helping him out once it falls out.

Today, 10-year-0ld Joe stopped practicing piano and headed over to the mirror to take a look at his tooth that was bothering him. Jokingly, I said, “It’s not going to fall out, is it?”

Yep, that’s exactly what it did. And it turns out, Joe doesn’t like blood. Or saliva. He started to freak out about the amount of blood that was coming from his mouth, and kept spitting it all over the sinks.

Finally, I convinced him to rinse out his mouth in order to get the “nasty” blood taste out of his mouth. (Personally, the taste doesn’t bother me…but I also liked the taste of pennies and nickels when I was a kid)

I jokingly said, “I don’t know how you’re going to get your wisdom teeth out.” Oops. Why did I say anything? I told him that maybe he won’t have to, maybe he has a big mouth. I had just revealed that I did!

This is exactly why I don’t let the kids at church wiggle their teeth!