Dental Distress

I thought Kitty was done losing teeth by now.  I mean, come one, how many teeth does one kid have?

A lot.

Kitty yanked out a molar on Valentine's Day Eve.  She handed me the tooth and stated, "Just get me something good.  I'd love a new gyroscope but I'll be happy with anything."

Ah, the gyroscope.  You see, Kitty spent her allowance on a gyroscope a couple of months ago, played with it for one magical evening, and then it was gone.  It just up and vanished like my youth.  We've scoured every conceivable location for that thing.  Nada.  Losing a molar seemed like a valid occasion to replace the absent toy.

I went to the hobby store in the morning and picked one up. I threw in some Zotz at the register because you just gotta.  Later that afternoon I was cleaning the house.  I picked up my diploma to dust underneath it and you'll never guess what rolled out from behind its depths.

Kitty's missing gyroscope.

This made me think 2 things: 

1. I'm a slob and haven't dusted my bookcase in a couple of months.

2. There goes 10 perfectly good bucks down the drain.

I thought about returning the new gyroscope but Kitty had a better idea.  She wanted to give it to her cousin.  I guess I can live with her generosity.

I think she only has one more tooth left to lose.  My pocketbook hopes so.