The Great Tooth Heist (Almost)
Okay, so before we even launched the rocket, my tooth was already bleeding a little. Why? Because my idiot brother, Josh, decided to “help” and accidentally stepped on the dental floss that was tied to my tooth while Dad was still setting up. Seriously, one minute everything’s fine, the next he’s doing some weird little dance move and bam! My tooth almost comes out (just a small bit of blood). Thanks, Josh.
I was not happy. Our big tooth-pulling plans were almost ruined! But, because I really wanted that thing out (and before it got too loose, just in case), it didn’t actually come out when Josh pulled on it. That tooth was holding on for dear life! Which, honestly, made me a little nervous about what the rocket was going to do, but whatever. Dad just cranked up the pressure and made sure there was plenty of slack.
Three Weeks Too Late
The really annoying part? This whole tooth-pulling extravaganza happened three weeks too late! I had a loose tooth before this one, and I begged my dad to come to my school and pull it out with a rocket in front of my class. Can you imagine how cool that would have been? But noooo, on the day he was supposed to come, it fell out right before he got there. So anticlimactic.
At least we still got to launch a bunch of rockets that day. Class after class came out to make and launch them, which was kind of fun, I guess. For them.
The World’s Shortest Dental Floss
And get this. For the actual tooth extraction, Dad grabbed one of those tiny packs of dental floss you get from the dentist’s “goody bag.” Turns out, that thing is insanely short. He used an entire, previously unopened pack of floss just for my tooth and the rocket. Sheesh.
Oh, and because Josh can never be outdone, he apparently had a tooth removed by rocket too. Of course, he did.