Does that mean my wisdom teeth
have finally spoken to you?
They know things I don't.

Will you finally give me freedom
or do I have to search for that too?
A longer leash would be good.

Finally, growing up
in your eyes, Ma.
I hope I'm making you proud.

When I'm done losing teeth,
when I'm done growing old,
I want to be able to say
I've changed the world.

One last question, though,
Ma, will the tooth fairy come?