Everything I say about my mother and the plaster jaw in this comic is true, right down to the little flowers she painted on it.
She also had a pair of earrings that were made of artificial molars.
One of my more prized possessions is an old tooth chart she gave me. It’s this nice hinged case full of individual fake teeth all laid out in neat rows. Back in the day, dentists would use it to compare the person’s real teeth to the samples on the chart, so they would order a good match. I think it’s cool.
When I first got it, I took it to a friend’s house, thinking it was the right mixture of gross and cool for kids to enjoy. My friend’s wife took one look at it and told me to get it out of her house. Later, when we discussed it, she explained that she’d thought it was some kind of Nazi memorabilia. I completely understand her kicking me out, in that case, but’s not a good feeling to have to explain to someone that one of your possessions isn’t evil, just disgusting.