Grade numero 2

When I was in Grade 2 I found out that one of my classmates was told by her dentist that she would not start losing her baby teeth until she was ten years old. This would put her in at least Grade 4, an imposibly long time away. I remember repeating this story to my friends, the tone of voice as heavy and pitying as a 40 year old woman describing someone else's divorce. At the time this was the biggest tragedy that had ever entered my world. The social injustice of having to post pone the tooth fairy.