I stayed a while longer and kept looking for the new pair of teeth. I couldn't let Grandma know what I was looking for because she had her old teeth. I finally left a few hours later. My cousin was on her way to spend the night, and I tried to prepare Grandma for her arrival as best as I could.
|Grandma and my daughter when I|
went back to get Grandpa's teeth.
I got to Mom's and told her what I had done. She was laughing at me. She found a bowl for me to keep Grandpa's teeth. A Dora the Explorer bowl was what she had for me to put them in. Mom and I had the conversation of what am I going to do with them. I don't know. She said to throw them away, but they were my Grandpa's teeth. If they were some stranger's teeth, then they wouldn't have even been in my pocket. Daddy didn't want them. Pretty sure, there isn't a recycling program for false teeth or is there? LOL
So, now I'm driving around with Grandpa's teeth in the Dora the Explorer bowl in my console of my car. I'm trying to figure out what to do with them. Someone suggested that I have them bronzed. Not sure I want that on my mantle, but what a conversation piece that would be.
"Why do you have them?"
"It's my inheritance!" LOL