No, not to the same tooth and no, this wasn’t the one I pulled out earlier this year.
Between all the new gaps in my smile and all the teeth I’ve been losing this year, I’m dancing dangerously close to the hill billy line. DANGEROUSLY close. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have tried to chew a giant wad of 10 Milk Duds at once. No one was daring me to see how many Milk Duds I could fit in my mouth; I just get really excited about candy.
When this happened in college, a different crown was dislodged. That time I didn’t realize I had pulled out a tooth. I looked at the silver crown swimming in the massive mound of chewed carmel and told my roommates, “I’m gonna be rich! They accidentally put a giant chunk of metal in the Milk Duds!” It was a humbling realization to discover that no, the Milk Dud company had not, in fact, put metal in the candy. I was simply chewing on my own dislodged, silver crown. Continue reading