I used to get along with all my teeth

After extensive dental work today, it seems one of my teeth has been sculpted into a sharp lethal dagger. If I lightly graze it with my tongue, I lose eight or nine taste buds. I am scared of this tooth, it is quite menacing. What if it decides to turn against me while I sleep? Or Grayskull? (I'm not worried about El Toro, she'd eff my rogue tooth up.)

Ooh, related story. Some years back, I was an Americorps teacher in New Mexico. One day in summer school, I led a writing exercise with a small group of second graders. I asked questions aloud and the kids attempted to write answers in complete sentences.

Question: What are you scared of?

The kids had a pretty standard group of responses- clowns, Pokemon, boogers, etc. But one girl, sweet little Brianna Ortega, came from left field with, "I'm scared of Jesse."

Follow-up question: Why are you scared of this?

Seven-year-old Brianna was quick on the draw. "I am scared of Jesse because he has sharp teeth."