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Part 3 - Home Dentistry (Mom Style). 

My brother was born the bad seed. Unlike me, he seemed to need constant supervision and seemed to be under a black cloud most days. He was a younger brother (6 ½ years younger), so, that may something to do with it. There are only two of us, so, that plays an interesting part in our family dynamics as well. He was the first one of us two to get stitches and he seemed to be a magnet for boys with big fists. After one such encounter he developed weak tissues (that is what we all said) and would have a nose bleed at the drop of a hat. My mom really hated blood. So, when that happened, I hear "Keith!" and have to tend to his rapidly oozing proboscis.

My brother learned to cuss from my dad which is ironic since he hardly ever uttered a curse word in the years that I knew him. It happened in the way most things happened in our household; by accident. My dad was up in the attic moving some boxes around. The attic was unfinished and had two by fours and insulation. We had to lay boards across the two by fours so that we could store things there. So, my dad is up there putting a box or something up there walking very carefully on the wood when all of a sudden he lost his footing and fell through the insulation covered floor. My dad was 6'3" tall and weighed over 200 pounds at this point. He was not a small man. Oh, and another thing. The attic was right above my mom and dad's bedroom, so, what my mom saw was two legs sticking out of the ceiling which must have been the most bizarre and funny thing. After some effort, my dad extricated himself from the floor/ceiling and stomped down the stairs chanting "damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.." My brother was all of about two years old and being the good son that he was, started mimicking his dad's behavior. So, there is two year old David jumping up and down in his crib shouting "damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.." Thanks dad.

Ok, where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling a story about my mom, David and blood. Ready?

My brother definitely pushed the envelope with my mom and pushed all her buttons. I guess this happens in a two kid family. Each parent becomes the disciplinarian for one and dotes on the other. That's just the way things work. Family dynamics. Well, my brother had just learned the word "fuck" and was waiting for an opportunity to use his knowledge in a real life situation. Enter mom. Next scene: My mom is in the bathroom proceeding to wash my brother's mouth out with soap. What a lovely parental ritual, eh? My brother in characteristic fashion was resisting with all his might. My mom finally got the soap in his mouth (Ivory I think, pure as the driven snow).

Next thing you know, my brother is screaming bloody murder. There was one thing my mother hadn't quite counted on. My brother had a loose tooth which she proceeded to knock out with her passionate application of the soap bar. Do you know why my brother was upset? Not because my mother ripped his tooth out of his mouth. Oh no. It was because they couldn't find his tooth so they could put it under his pillow for the tooth fairy. Mercenary little character, my brother. "Keith!!!" Damn! I was on blood duty again. Sigh.