Apr 04 2008
The Lost Treasure Of The Incisor Madre
We had finally made it to the clearing. After a grueling trek through the space display, and battling 2 busloads of day campers in the “Make Your Own Kind of Music” exhibit, we found ourselves in Dentopia. Nukeboy2 stood frozen in his tracks, eyes fixated on the wonder of it all. Before him stood the interactive tooth table (with real drill action!), the “How Braces Work” display and; in the corner, the floor to ceiling mouth.
“Whoa!, Dad! Check it out!” Nukeboy2 has seen this exhibit at the museum many times before, but it never fails to amaze him. That’s part of the fun of bringing him back. Where else can a kid climb inside a mouth without getting plaque all over him? “I wonder how much the tooth fairy would give me for one of these!” he said, as he held a chair sized molar over his head. “Buddy” I said, “If we could get 3 or 4 of those to the car without being noticed, we could put all 3 of you through college and fund our retirement.”
We couldn’t hang around, the day campers were hot on our trail. We broke for the planetarium as the day campers swooped down into “Anatomyland” and began yanking the innards out of Squeaky. Squeaky is the larger than life stuffed doll with a navel to sternum incision (with real surgery action!). Poor Squeaky. As we made the turn I heard a young Surgeon yell; “Hey, look at this!” It’s ok, though; a museum volunteer will return Squeaky’s pancreas to him once the mob has moved on. He’ll live to teach another day.
