I had a nice lunch with my mother yesterday. This morning I got a call from her asking what was wrong with my teeth, “I should have brought this up yesterday, but are you missing a tooth?”
I quickly checked a mirror, twice, and told I didn’t think so.
She asked me to check again and I did.
“Nope, they are all there,” I told her. She seemed almost comically relieved.
If I were gay, I think this might be normal, but I’m not.
It’s interesting that I checked three times before I was sure she was wrong.