Stella has a loose tooth. She was frowning and wiggling it last night, asking me all kinds of questions about losing teeth. "But Mom," she said, "when I move it I can taste a little bit of blood."
"That's normal," I told her. "It used to be rooted in your jaw and now it's making its way out. It's not..." --and here I paused, looking for the best word to soothe my worried girl.
She filled it in for me: "...cancer?"
No, darling. No, a loose tooth ≠ cancer.
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