My father had a system
for removing loose teeth.
First, he’d take some
string, loop it, then
tie one end to the tooth,
and the other end to
the doorknob. Then he’d
chuck the doorknob out
the window.
***
I recall a slight
clink clink
as it struck the
other doorknobs
.
Keep circulating the URL
I’d hate to mow that yard. Rocks are bad enough, but door knobs? Sheesh. . .
Way to subvert expectations, tref.
Alas, our garden of doorknobs and teeth was never to be.
Is a door knob a handle? Is a door handle a doorknob? Help, tref.
Spot on, VC!
Parenthetically, my father had a box of doorknobs. One for each baby tooth.
Excellent! Beautiful twist doorknob ending with flair!
Thank you, Craig. Much appreciated.
If tooth be told, doorknobs are bonkers.
But they also help us chew food and walk through walls, respectively. Thanks, D
Your childhood reminiscences have profound incisors, um, insights into your upbringing.
Haha thank you, pam
Haha! Great idea.
Thank you, Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
Ahhh… Love the twists, tref. :)
Thank you, Betsy
My pleasure.
Top treffing :) As child-ren, when we lost a tooth a fairy would visit, known to us in the neighbourhood as the ‘Tough Fairy’, who would demand money to take it, and then offer our parents mandatory home protection insurance services.
Hah! Truly, it has never been a worse time to be an imaginary being, vta. Times are tough. I remember I use to put a tooth under my pillow only to have my father sneak in during the middle of the night and put it under his own pillow. I know this because the following day I would have nothing and here my dad has a shiny new quarter to spend.
Hehe! Same here, tref – we were toothless and penniless, and there was our dad always with a pocketful of shiny change. Once he made a whole 50 bucks just from Granny alone, who he often said was a bit long in the tooth.
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Thank you dbb#2. I hope all is well with you
Ouch! My father actually did ‘extract’ one of my milk-teeth that with string and quick door-closing.. not funny at the time, but your take on it makes it all better. Thank you!
haha it was how we did it!
UP OVER THE BAY / OVER THE GOLDEN TOOTH BRIDGE / THEY LAND ON KNOB HILL
Seen through dad’s binoculars.
Hah! Love it. Thanks, CES
Thank you, T. Love the quirks, like string from the work bench rather than the junk drawer where the tooth fairy lives.
OK. What were the binoculars tied to?
Ahh, they were free spirits. They could not be tamed by any rope
“Another one for the yard!” Bahaha! I never saw it coming.
Thanks, SS!
You must have gone through a lot of doorknobs. A regular treasure ground for Aunt Clara.
At least twenty per child. Though we tried other methods as well: We tried tying one end of the string to the loose tooth and the other end to talons of a falcon and then releasing it, and another time to the tail of a panther, but they were both needlessly complicated and involved severe injuries.
I can picture a rather stubborn tooth and a falcon taking off with a wee child floating in the wind attached by a string.
And I see the plot for the next Pixar film! Scratch all that down on paper and call an agent!
Heheheheh…
Good