It was Alexander’s last true tooth, hanging shakily onto his red, swollen gums. Over the years the rest had fallen, one by one, until only this final, stubborn holdout remained. He thought of all the meals he and the tooth had shared, all of the fingernails it’d chewed, all of the foreign tongues that’d brushed against it.
Feeling melancholic, Alexander asked the Tooth Fairy to preserve his final pearly white.
“I’d give my eyeteeth to keep it,” he joked.
Unfortunately, the Tooth Fairy refused.
It turns out she loathes smart Alecs.
Ain’t that a kick in the teeth?
Feeling melancholic, Alexander asked the Tooth Fairy to preserve his final pearly white.
“I’d give my eyeteeth to keep it,” he joked.
Unfortunately, the Tooth Fairy refused.
It turns out she loathes smart Alecs.
Ain’t that a kick in the teeth?
