The Whole Tooth and Nothing but the Tooth!

As both of you know, I used to be an EMT. If you stick around long enough, you realize that I begin many conversations with that exact sentence. I tend to use that card when I am at a party because it inevitably results in “what’s the grossest thing you ever saw” conversations. For a brief, shining moment, I am the center of the universe as I relate story after story in the “The Older I Get, The Better I Used To Be” saga that is my life.

The point of this pointless post is that I have seen a lot of stuff. By “a lot”, I mean “A LOT!” Lots of capital letters and exclamation points. Blood, guts, pieces and parts. I have been puked on, shat upon, beaten up and even managed to save a life or two.

So, when my 6 year old came up to me and showed me his loose tooth, wiggling it furiously and bending it so that it was horizontal, I must have said “That is fantastic, Marc! You are getting to be a BIG boy now. Can I wiggle it too?”

WRONG! What I said instead was: “Holy crap! That is gross! Get that away from me! YUCK! ICKY!” and almost had my knees give out on me.

Luckily it fell out when I wasn’t near it.

From tough guy to p*ssy! Remember my motto: The older I get, the better I used to be.