This isn’t the first time we’ve heard about a mother foraging through her child’s crap to find a tooth, but it is, however, the first time I’ve received both pre- and post-digging submissions. Because how could any person in good faith choose to sift through her son’s shit without announcing it on Facebook first? That would be absurd.
If being a “dedicated mama” extends to voluntarily signing myself up to dig through my kid’s crap for a non-medical reason, then apparently my definition doesn’t align with Heather’s or Kari’s. I don’t care if my hypothetical future child swallows his favorite LEGO, a live turtle, or my great-grandmother’s wedding ring; once it’s gone, it’s gone. And like Kari said, once you “find” something that’s been processed through the human body, it’s not really worth salvaging. My question is, did she need to hunt for her son’s tooth in the potty to figure that out? Common sense should tell a person that no amount of love will change the fact that the tooth has been magically transformed from “keepsake” to “calcium turd.” And in this case, one kid’s treasure is indeed another person’s trash. Unless, of course, Kari gets crafty and turns the tooth into a piece of smelly jewelry. That could happen.
(submitted by Anonymous)