Let me see your grill

One of the more dramatic experiences of my childhood was when my grandmother took her dentures out at the table during Thanksgiving dinner and plopped them in her water glass. My seven year old brain hadn’t grasped the concept of dentures at the time so it was quite traumatizing. It’s silly, I know, but I still have nightmares even today.

Flash forward sixteen years.

Tonight, for some reason, my mother took her false tooth/retainer out and left it sitting on a napkin that she rested on the computer keyboard, forgetting about it completely as she went to run errands. This presented a pretty serious and conflicting problem for me. My compulsive need to check my e-mail and blog was confronted with my equally irrational fear of false teeth.

Closing my eyes, I gently lifted the napkin up and carried the dental parcel into the kitchen, leaving it on the counter.

Me: 1, Emotionally Scaring Childhood Fear: 500. Hey, I’m starting to catch up!