"Uh-oh," I say as I'm about to step into my bedroom.
"What?" asks Rissa.
"Hold these," I say, pushing freshly washed sheets into her arms. (Sidebar: have I mentioned that I have a kid who never complains when I ask her to be my Plus One in household chores? She's a fucking unicorn.)
"Why?" She looks around suspiciously.
"I had a little ceramic box on my dresser that holds pins and baby teeth. The cats must have knocked it off. Everything's on the carpet now."
"
You have a box that... You...?" She shoots a horrified glance to the floor.
"Just don't step on the carpet. I don't want you to step on a pin."
"Or a
BABY TOOTH?!?"
"Or a baby tooth," I say as I start to gather up the debris.
"You kept my baby teeth?"
"Uh... yeah..."
Obviously.
"You have my baby teeth in a box."
"With pins."
"Ewwwww... That's so fucked up.
EEEEEEEWWWWW!!!"
I shoot her a confused look. "Everybody keeps baby teeth. Plus, you're going to be a nurse, you should be okay with this."
"A nurse.
NOT a dentist." She shudders. She reaches for a baby tooth and almost vomits.
"You're
SO weird."
"
I'M SO WEIRD?!?"
***
FYI everyone - according to DOCTORS - parents are
supposed to keep baby teeth. You know, in case your kid needs a stem cell replacement. Mind you, I didn't know this until today when I Googled it, but still...
https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/parenting/news/a36607/why-you-should-save-your-babys-teeth/
