So much time has elapsed since this funny thing happened that I don’t remember details such as who was there at the table, or what we were eating. I was 16 at the time, –so it was a long time ago. We were enjoying our meal as usual when suddenly my dad said in astonishment, “Elsie! There’s a tooth in my food!” Mom was not at all upset by this announcement which really seemed to be an accusation.
“If there’s a tooth in your food,” she said calmly, “it’s your own tooth. I did not put a tooth in the food.”
But my dad had indeed found a tooth, which he took out of his mouth and showed us. A little investigation revealed that it was, of course, his own tooth, which was a little surprising to us because Dad had false teeth. One doesn’t expect a tooth to break loose from a set of dentures but that is what happened.
We spent the rest of the meal speculating on how Dad could have the tooth put back where it belonged. One of the things that Dad suggested was “iron glue,” a thing which I never heard of before or since. We laughed till it was hard to eat.
Now I think it’s strange that Dad never seriously considered going back to a dentist to have his “plate” repaired, but he never did. I suppose if it had been one of his front teeth which had broken loose, he would have had it repaired but it was one that really didn’t show unless you knew to look for it, way back behind his smile.