When I was about five years old, my gums started hurting. When I mentioned it to my mother, she told me that it was probably my “six-year molars” coming through. Well, that made sense–babies cried when they were teething, so naturally I would be sore. I was rather proud of my big new Permanent Teeth and quit complaining.
Then the day came when I mentioned something about a friend getting her “Six-year Joneses.” My family all looked at me like I had sprouted antennae, and I could see that they needed their memories jogged. “You know…like my six-year molars.”
They all cracked up, and I stood there clueless. You see, our last name was Mohler, so I had naturally assumed that those big teeth were simply called by the family name. I’d never seen it written down, so how was I to know?.
Well, hey…it DID make sense.