Pulled Tooth

“I got my tooth pulled,” he says. I ask him,” which one”? He pushes up his upper lip with his index finger and reveals the gap. Why did you get it pulled,” I ask? “it was sinking," he says.
He reaches into his pocket and fishes out a folded little bundle of gauze. Carefully he loosens the tape binding the roll of gauze together and unwraps his treasure. Sure enough resting directly in the center of the soft gauze is a freshly pulled tooth still moist with blood. Boys, you have got to love them and being one myself I hope you do!