Did you look out a window?
Sorry but it makes me have to share my story.The title of the thread made me smile. My mother wore upper and lower dentures too. She married my step father when I was 17. The following summer we went to meet his father in CO and we camped along the way. Our first night in Zion National Park.
We had an old van camper. I slept up on the cot that hung crossways and they were on the double bed below. The only way I could get down was to wait until they were up.
Early one morning, I could smell my step father, Jim out frying breakfast and hear my mother rustling below me. She was pulling up blankets, sheets - looking under pillows and foam pads. In short she was anxious, no panicked!
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Go back to sleep!" she snapped.
"What's wrong, Mom?"
"You'll just laugh - just shut up!"
"I promise I won't - what's wrong?"
"I've lost my teeth."
"Do you need help looking?"
"No! I've looked everywhere - they're gone. Now Jim is going to know I have false teeth."
"Wait a minute - you never told him? I mean - how does he NOT know that your teeth come out at night? How do you clean them? You've been sleeping with them??? He kisses you right? He's got to know!"
"Shut up, he'll hear you."
[Let me interject here that she had great looking dentures! She was just 27 when she lost them and they were in great shape(gum disease runs in my family, my brother was about the same age when he lost his - I'm adopted). SO, Mom didn't have the money to pay for the dentist to artificially recreate her teeth so the dentist who made them somehow used her real teeth and re-created her imperfect smile with a set of dentures designed to look natural]
She looked so miserable. I really felt bad for her. I knew that he loved her and it wouldn't make any difference but this remarriage had made her and Jim act like kids again. They'd both had bad first marriages. In my heart I knew that Jim had to know but never mentioned it to her. It was like a kid finding a pimple just before a big date. I started to giggle.
"I KNEW you'd laugh!"
"I'm not laughing, I'm thinking. OK, have you looked everywhere?"
"Yes. I told you I have."
"They can't have gotten up by themselves. Think."
As real as Mom's teeth looked, the fit sometimes bothered her. She normally didn't sleep with them, but I knew that if she did fall to sleep with them in, she had a habit of taking them out and placing them on the nightstand. I looked on the floor - nothing. I looked to her right - an opened window - with no screen.
"I bet you took them out last night and threw them out the opened window."
"Don't try to be funny!" She looked at the window and a worried look came over her face.
"No Mom, Listen! You were asleep, they were bothering you and you took them out and put them on your nightstand. Except we're in the camper van and there is no nightstand - just that opened window by your right arm."
"How will I get them? If I go out there, Jim will hug me. He'll kiss me - he'll find out."
"I'll go out and get them."
"NO! You can't do that! Jim's out there cooking. If you jump out of the van and run around he'll see you pick them up and he'll find out. And if he asks you what you're doing - you'll tell him"
"I'll tell them they're mine."
She just gave me that 'drop dead' 'your goose is cooked' look that mothers give their kids when they have had enough.
"No, it will be ok - really Mom. I'll go out, talk to Jim about something for a minute, check the side of the van and pass them to you through the window. You go ahead and get dressed. No one will know."
"Don't tell him anything, you hear me - ANYTHING!"
So I did - I got up, walked over to Jim, watched him cook for a minute. "Where's your mother? Is she up?"
"Yes - she's getting dressed. She'll be out soon."
Then I meandered back to the van and sure enough, there were the dentures, laying in the grass, next to van. I picked them up and slipped them into my jacket pocket.
Jim looked at me and asked "Is everything ok?" "Yeah"
I walked over to the water faucet, rinsed them off, slipped around the back to the van to the opened door and handed them to my mother.
She looked so relieved. "He didn't see you?"
"No - it's ok." As she started to put them in, I couldn't resist "Oh, you might want to wash them off first - I had to shoo a huge toad off that was squatting on them."
Her eyes grew huge - I knew what was good for me - "Just kidding." I quickly added.
We lost my mother back in '85 when she was only 63. During the week I was there for her funeral, we sat around sharing funny stories. "Remember when Dee lost her teeth at Zion?" "You knew?"
"I wondered why she refused to kiss me when we woke up. What had I don't wrong? While I was cooking I saw the reason laying on the grass next to the van."
He known about her dentures all along but never said anything. Now he couldn't do anything to help so he just sat back and watched how this was going to unfold. He was relying on her getting me to help so he could stay in his so-called "ignorant bliss".
I can just hear Mom now "I'm glad that I could be a source for your entertainment!"