The Fretful Mother's Blog

Let me state upfront that I’m not someone obsessed with dental hygiene. Of course I brush my teeth and all that, but I usually try to cram all my flossing into the week leading up to my visit to the dentist. But, as you probably have noticed, I like to be prepared for any calamity that could befall me. Therefore, I keep the not-often-used dental floss in my purse. Boy was I glad of my neurosis yesterday.
While in the course of devouring my leftover Shakespeare’s pizza, a piece of tomato became lodged between my teeth. I did that whole trying to suck it out, scrape it with my finger, taking a drink thing to no avail. Then I remembered the floss. I triumphantly pulled it from my purse only to discover that the floss was no longer sticking out through the little hole in the top. My solution was to use several pairs of scissors to pry the thing open, thus extracting the waxy strings of salvation. It took several tries and close calls with putting someone’s eye out, but I did it. The floss was now mine.
It seems a lot to go through for a little piece of tomato. But now I’ll know to be better prepared. I guess Daylight Savings will now have another meaning besides it being time to change your smoke detector batteries. Henceforth, it will mean make sure your purse floss is in proper working order. You can never be too safe.

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