|... my second tooth is out ...|
Hebe is having some of them right now.
When I was young, the folk tale associated with the loss of a tooth was this: if you didn't put your tongue in the hole that the baby tooth left in your mouth, then the new tooth would grow in gold.
Now that I think about it, I am not sure I really wanted a gold tooth.
My dad just made it sound so desirable that I worked hard at keeping my tongue out of that hole.
|Look. Here is my tooth in my left hand!|
It was a great disappointment each time a tooth fell out and a failed to keep my tongue out of that hole.
I have no idea whether Hebe knows about this practise.