October 20, 2004
I have my Amanda home from the dentist now where they have taken out her wisdom teeth. Lying on the coffee table in the family room, the teeth are in a little brown paper envelope. We showed some mixed emotion when they asked whether we wanted them or not, so they sent them home with us to be safe. Or not. Amanda had said definitely no, but I reminded her of those little plastic treasure chests that her mother kept her baby teeth in. She now has a half-dozen little boxes but can't figure out which teeth belonged to whom.