A Tooth Story

6 Apr
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teeth (Photo credit: jfraser)

It’s not the first time people have thought a member of my family was being abused.  Here’s a true story from my childhood.

My Dad worked shifts and when he was on nights my little brother would come home from primary school, wake him up, and they would wrestle for a while, as dads and sons do. 

Little brother’s baby teeth were loose and one time when he was wrestling, his two front teeth were knocked, and fell out.  Two days later we had a social worker on our doorstep.  It seems that little brother had gone into school next day and a member of staff had asked him what had happened to his teeth.  Little brother had innocently replied, ‘Oh, my Dad kicked them out.’

Mum had a hard job explaining that away.

30 Responses to “A Tooth Story”

  1. jmgoyder April 6, 2012 at 14:09 #

    Not a social worker? I’m sure they are good people but also very scary in the way you describe – hell!

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  2. Ron. April 6, 2012 at 14:12 #

    I thought you might like this: http://www.everyday-genius.com/2010/09/ron-lavalette.html

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  3. terry1954 April 6, 2012 at 14:29 #

    that is a cute story, and it is sad when anything happens a social service rep can be at the door. sad…….

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  4. alenamurguia April 6, 2012 at 14:38 #

    With three sons and constant “rough-housing,” I am always afraid of the stories my sons will tell.My nine year-old is very fair skinned and I have accidentally cut his face twice — once with my wedding ring and once with scissors (yes, I know — always hold them points down.) I came to school to pick him up and was greeted by a bunch of sarcastic, “Really nice Mom.” He told EVERONE I cut him with scissors. What could I say? He told the truth.

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  5. Rorybore April 6, 2012 at 14:45 #

    LOL….I had to laugh. my uncle did the same thing to me. he did a fake punch at me, just as I leaned forward, laughing hysterically, and…..POP! minus one front tooth. I got a brand new bike out of it! ha but no social service rep visit.

    a few days later though, I fell off my horse – stupid mule stopped dead at the fence instead of gracefully flying over. naturally I was bruised all over, which prompted a social rep visit. I was upstairs in my room and my mom called for me to come down stairs. I remember her telling the rep that I had fallen off my horse, but that I was also kind of a tomboy klutz who was always getting hurt. The rep started to say something, when suddenly I tripped and fell all the way down the stairs. I ended up with a sprained wrist and 2 black eyes. case closed. LOL
    but surely people must have thought I was the worst case of abuse ever.

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    • Tilly Bud April 6, 2012 at 16:42 #

      lol! I love this story!

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    • lanceleuven April 7, 2012 at 09:13 #

      That’s hilarious!

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  6. laurieanichols April 6, 2012 at 14:55 #

    Out of the mouth of babes. Your poor Mum, social workers can be a scary proposition. Your poor little brother, did he realize that oops, his story led to the visit? I doubt it but that must have been an interesting family dinner that evening.

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    • Tilly Bud April 6, 2012 at 16:42 #

      Luckily, my parents saw the funny side 🙂

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  7. gigihawaii April 6, 2012 at 17:25 #

    haha! Poor kid. Too funny, Tilly!

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  8. Pseu April 6, 2012 at 17:31 #

    We too have a social worker story involving hot water and scalded feet…. but you’re right, I’d rather that they were there and looking out for problems. A few false positives is what we need to pay for their vigilance, perhaps?

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    • Tilly Bud April 9, 2012 at 11:51 #

      I would agree, unless I was one of those false positives, I suspect.

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      • Pseu April 9, 2012 at 17:39 #

        hmm

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  9. SchmidleysScribbling April 6, 2012 at 18:01 #

    So many people visit your site, i have a heck of a time leaving a comment.

    Out of the mouths of babes. My youngest son, John,told all kinds of tales which got me into trouble. Me EX used to say, telephone, telegraph, tell John. Dianne

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    • Tilly Bud April 9, 2012 at 11:52 #

      I don’t understand why you’re struggling, unless the scroll down takes too long? 🙂

      I like your ex’s saying.

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  10. kateshrewsday April 6, 2012 at 18:07 #

    Yup: that would do the trick 😀 Still, it provided a family story to hand down…

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  11. Aspergers Girls April 6, 2012 at 18:09 #

    Yikes. The last blog I just read was about teeth, too. Must be in the air. My grandpa, when he was about 19 had a few bad teeth. He didn’t want to deal with the dentist anymore, so he told him to take every single tooth out. The dentist did, and he had dentures from that day forward. LOL I’ve got those genes in me! Sam 😉

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  12. Tinman April 6, 2012 at 18:34 #

    I hate posting links to my own stuff in comments, so here I go…

    http://tinman18.wordpress.com/2010/09/11/bad-dad/

    In fairness I’m only doing it because of the co-incidence that I found this post about half-an-hour ago while i was looking for another one.

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    • Tilly Bud April 9, 2012 at 11:57 #

      That’s brilliant! I may have to reblog that one 🙂

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  13. viveka April 6, 2012 at 20:03 #

    Strange how kids always use the wrong words at the right time. *laugher … cute story.

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  14. xtrekki April 6, 2012 at 21:01 #

    But think of the tragedies which have happened when some children have not been listened to about their bruises/missing teeth/headaches etc.

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  15. barb19 April 7, 2012 at 05:57 #

    Glad your parents saw the funny side!

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  16. eof737 April 18, 2012 at 18:29 #

    Yep, the kids have to be clear… sadly, stuff does happen.

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