Told my son the tooth fairy recycles baby teeth into stars. He insisted we throw them outside so they could float up. We’ve tossed every single one into the night sky since
Someone told me to save them for future stem cell reasons? I dunno what that means but they said that baby teeth have something in them that could save their life down the road. So I kept a few just in case.
Oh! Hell yes. I’ve been awaiting the day someone might ask this question.
So. When my daughter was a we little tiny human, I expressed to my wife a desire to collect the baby teeth and make a necklace.
My wife, being supportive, embraced this concept, and when she started brushing the tiny human’s teeth, began to explain “we need to keep your teeth clean, so daddy can make a necklace.”
And the tiny human just went with it.
Then one day, she was getting her teeth brushed, and my wife made the comment. My daughter nodded, then paused. She got a confused look, then reached up and pulled on a tooth. “…but they don’t come out.”
I have been collecting them. They’re in a ziplock bag in a cupboard in the kitchen. I have everyone she has lost so far.
With her younger sister, we do the same, explaining we need to clean the teeth so I can make a necklace. Apparently, this tiny human has put more thought into it. “…but I want the necklace.” “You’ll have to take that up with your daddy.” “They’re my teeth!”
She hasn’t started losing any yet. But they will be collected.
If either asks, I “have an agreement with the tooth fairy”.
They’re in a drawer. Not organized by child or year. Just a fucking trove of teeth that rattle around like the spices of the dead when you walk by the chest of drawers. I’ve taken to calling it the tooth chest, which annoys my wife. But not enough to actually bag the teeth or even throw them away. I volunteered to put them in a bag and just sprinkle them while driving. No dice. Just teeth. In a fucking drawer with other teeth.
I used to keep my daughter’s teeth in a small plastic box. My daughter lost her tooth one day so in the morning I swapped it out with some cash. I put the tooth in the box, threw it in my lunch box and went about my day. When I got home from work. My daughter was looking through my lunch box and she found the box of teeth. She was blown away on why I have her teeth. She couldn’t understand how I had them and not the tooth fairy. It’s the day she stopped believing anymore. Not just a tooth fairy but Santa Claus and all the others. To make it up to her, we went to D-land that night and threw them in the moat in front of them. Castle. We still talk about it. I see it as a day that she lost some of her childhood innocence.
Tossed them out. My mom kept mine and I always thought it was weird and gross. My wife thought the same with her mother keeping her teeth.
When our first born started losing teeth, my wife and I had a conversation about it because she suddenly felt like she wanted to keep them. I told her I wouldn’t stop her, but encouraged her to remember how gross we both thought it was before having kids. She agreed and throws them out now when the kids lose more.
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I think my wife has his first tooth sitting in a small box with a lock of his hair. The rest? Trash.
Told my son the tooth fairy recycles baby teeth into stars. He insisted we throw them outside so they could float up. We’ve tossed every single one into the night sky since
Lost them…………….in the divorce.
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Someone told me to save them for future stem cell reasons? I dunno what that means but they said that baby teeth have something in them that could save their life down the road. So I kept a few just in case.
Threw them in the trash because collecting body parts is psychopath behavior.
Oh! Hell yes. I’ve been awaiting the day someone might ask this question.
So. When my daughter was a we little tiny human, I expressed to my wife a desire to collect the baby teeth and make a necklace.
My wife, being supportive, embraced this concept, and when she started brushing the tiny human’s teeth, began to explain “we need to keep your teeth clean, so daddy can make a necklace.”
And the tiny human just went with it.
Then one day, she was getting her teeth brushed, and my wife made the comment. My daughter nodded, then paused. She got a confused look, then reached up and pulled on a tooth. “…but they don’t come out.”
I have been collecting them. They’re in a ziplock bag in a cupboard in the kitchen. I have everyone she has lost so far.
With her younger sister, we do the same, explaining we need to clean the teeth so I can make a necklace. Apparently, this tiny human has put more thought into it. “…but I want the necklace.” “You’ll have to take that up with your daddy.” “They’re my teeth!”
She hasn’t started losing any yet. But they will be collected.
If either asks, I “have an agreement with the tooth fairy”.
Binned them after secretly rewarding the kid with cash
They’re in a drawer. Not organized by child or year. Just a fucking trove of teeth that rattle around like the spices of the dead when you walk by the chest of drawers. I’ve taken to calling it the tooth chest, which annoys my wife. But not enough to actually bag the teeth or even throw them away. I volunteered to put them in a bag and just sprinkle them while driving. No dice. Just teeth. In a fucking drawer with other teeth.
Hid them in my sister’s silverware drawer the last time we visited. Then I just waited.
They go great in a bowl with milk.
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I used to keep my daughter’s teeth in a small plastic box. My daughter lost her tooth one day so in the morning I swapped it out with some cash. I put the tooth in the box, threw it in my lunch box and went about my day. When I got home from work. My daughter was looking through my lunch box and she found the box of teeth. She was blown away on why I have her teeth. She couldn’t understand how I had them and not the tooth fairy. It’s the day she stopped believing anymore. Not just a tooth fairy but Santa Claus and all the others. To make it up to her, we went to D-land that night and threw them in the moat in front of them. Castle. We still talk about it. I see it as a day that she lost some of her childhood innocence.
My eldest has just started losing hers. The tooth fairy heaved it right into the bin after sneaking some change under her pillow.
Most of them got lost
We kept them until they exploded for some reason. It was nuts.
Quando eu era pequena meu avô me fazia jogar no telhado fazendo um pedido, do meu filho eu queria fazer algo parecido
Tossed them out. My mom kept mine and I always thought it was weird and gross. My wife thought the same with her mother keeping her teeth.
When our first born started losing teeth, my wife and I had a conversation about it because she suddenly felt like she wanted to keep them. I told her I wouldn’t stop her, but encouraged her to remember how gross we both thought it was before having kids. She agreed and throws them out now when the kids lose more.