The magical and admirable teeth of the Heasleys

I guess I didn't know that sometimes the greatest blessing comes from visiting a dentist. Karen went to the dentist for the first time in several years on Monday (she hasn’t been the entire time we’ve been married, so at least three years and some change), and I went yesterday, and both of us only needed a cleaning! As in, no cavities! In fact, when the dentist, Dr. Van Johnson, was done looking at my X-rays after the cleaning he said, “I would love to have your teeth! You and your wife take really good care of your teeth.” He said my teeth were perfect and that I have no problems.

Of course, he and his assistant added that I still have a baby tooth, which I knew. He said, “We should try to hold onto that as long as we can. It may be that the permanent tooth was impacted or there may just be nothing there. We wouldn’t know without more thorough X-rays, but...what’s the point? If it’s there, it’s there, and we should just let it be.” Five years-ish ago (whenever I last visited a dentist), I was told that it would come out in a sandwich someday, but so far, so good. The assistant said that a 80 year old woman came in the other day who still has a baby tooth, so who knows.

Karen and I brush our teeth at least twice daily and we floss our teeth every day. I guess that's the best form of insurance, so we'll keep on keeping on.