My father had a system
for loose teeth.
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He’d go to the basement
and return with some string
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He’d loop it.
And then tie one
end to the tooth
and the other end
to a doorknob.
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Then he’d chuck
the doorknob out
the window.
***
We’d watch the knob and
tooth sail across the yard
***
“That’ll do it”
he’d say.
t r e f o l o g y 
I’d hate to mow that yard. Rocks are bad enough, but door knobs? Sheesh. . .
Way to subvert expectations, tref.
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Alas, our garden of doorknobs and teeth was never to be.
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Is a door knob a handle? Is a door handle a doorknob? Help, tref.
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Spot on, VC!
Parenthetically, my father had a box of doorknobs. One for each baby tooth.
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Excellent! Beautiful twist doorknob ending with flair!
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Thank you, Craig. Much appreciated.
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If tooth be told, doorknobs are bonkers.
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But they also help us chew food and walk through walls, respectively. Thanks, D
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Your childhood reminiscences have profound incisors, um, insights into your upbringing.
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Haha thank you, pam
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Haha! Great idea.
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome 😉
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Ahhh… Love the twists, tref. :)
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Thank you, Betsy
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My pleasure.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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!
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haha it was how we did it!
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UP OVER THE BAY / OVER THE GOLDEN TOOTH BRIDGE / THEY LAND ON KNOB HILL
Seen through dad’s binoculars.
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Hah! Love it. Thanks, CES
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Thank you, T. Love the quirks, like string from the work bench rather than the junk drawer where the tooth fairy lives.
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OK. What were the binoculars tied to?
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Ahh, they were free spirits. They could not be tamed by any rope
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“Another one for the yard!” Bahaha! I never saw it coming.
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Thanks, SS!
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You must have gone through a lot of doorknobs. A regular treasure ground for Aunt Clara.
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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.
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I can picture a rather stubborn tooth and a falcon taking off with a wee child floating in the wind attached by a string.
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And I see the plot for the next Pixar film! Scratch all that down on paper and call an agent!
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Heheheheh…
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Good
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