Loose teeth freak me out.
When they were my loose teeth I wasn't bothered. But when C started wiggling his first loose tooth, I got all grossed out. I survived the initial spate of teeth falling out (4 years ago) and have peace in the wiggly tooth arena.
Until . . .
M came home from school on Monday thrilled that she finally had a loose tooth. And now, Friday, she has THREE of them.
And E could get a wiggly tooth any day now.
The mere thought of all those possible loose teeth sends shivers through my body.
What strange thing grosses you out?