The Denture Detective

My poor Mother... she has been looking for her teeth for 6 months. She is convinced a man switched his with hers and they need to switch back. Her teeth, of course, are in her denture cup at the moment. They are hers. Maybe her gums are shrinking and they don't fit as well. She just worries herself to death over them. I have been trying to get her in bed for 20 minutes now, but she keeps getting up to see where she put her teeth. They are hers at night when she takes them out and they are someone else's when she tries to eat.

She'll get up and put them in a drawer and 5 minutes later she is looking all over for them, in a panic. I have to stay one step ahead of her. Then she'll get back up and get them and tell me a story about someone who was here a while back and let their small children run amok in the bathroom and they took her teeth and were out playing with them in the yard! So I always say, "those darn kids. They won't be here tonight." 

It's amazing that she will remember to tell me that story about every other night but she can't remember all of her kids.

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