We’ve all heard that the fillings in teeth have been known to broadcast radio stations, but most of us have never experienced such a phenomenon. The other morning I was the first in my immediate family to have such an event happen.
I have lots of metal in my mouth, but that metal has never tuned in before. The only stimulation I’ve ever gotten is when I’ve accidentally chewed on a mouthful of tinfoil-covered baked potato. This morning was different.
My morning routine consists of: waking up children, getting breakfast ready, packing lunches, waking up children again, etc. I was loading pretzels into a sandwich bag when I heard a voice. What was Marty doing talking on the phone so early? No, it wasn’t him. He was still asleep. Maybe the phone was off the hook and reminding me to hang up? Nope. The voice continued. I couldn’t quite make out what it was saying, but it was definitely there and it was a man’s voice. Kitchen radio: off; tv: off. What the heck? This was getting weird. I didn’t know what was going on but I knew I didn’t want to be alone with the voice so I walked into the kitchen and told the kids that I could hear a voice in my right ear. “Whatever, mom,” Jake muttered. I told him to come listen for himself. He leaned over next to me and he could hear it, too! A look of awe replaced the skeptical expression on his little mug. I eagerly filled the kids in on all I knew about tooth transmissions which, granted, wasn’t anything.
I felt a little strange about being an antenna. But on the other hand, wow! Best of all, the kids were actually impressed. Truman came over and could hear the voice. Kate rushed over to listen. When she was next to me she said, “Ha ha, mom.” “Ha ha, yourself,” I said. “I'll be laughing all the way to the Oprah show!" Then she pointed to the earbuds I had slung around my neck after the morning din had become too loud to hear my book. I had forgotten to turn my Ipod off. In the time it took for my 9 year old to toss me a withering glance I went from cool to fuel for another dorky mom story. What’s new?
I have lots of metal in my mouth, but that metal has never tuned in before. The only stimulation I’ve ever gotten is when I’ve accidentally chewed on a mouthful of tinfoil-covered baked potato. This morning was different.
My morning routine consists of: waking up children, getting breakfast ready, packing lunches, waking up children again, etc. I was loading pretzels into a sandwich bag when I heard a voice. What was Marty doing talking on the phone so early? No, it wasn’t him. He was still asleep. Maybe the phone was off the hook and reminding me to hang up? Nope. The voice continued. I couldn’t quite make out what it was saying, but it was definitely there and it was a man’s voice. Kitchen radio: off; tv: off. What the heck? This was getting weird. I didn’t know what was going on but I knew I didn’t want to be alone with the voice so I walked into the kitchen and told the kids that I could hear a voice in my right ear. “Whatever, mom,” Jake muttered. I told him to come listen for himself. He leaned over next to me and he could hear it, too! A look of awe replaced the skeptical expression on his little mug. I eagerly filled the kids in on all I knew about tooth transmissions which, granted, wasn’t anything.
I felt a little strange about being an antenna. But on the other hand, wow! Best of all, the kids were actually impressed. Truman came over and could hear the voice. Kate rushed over to listen. When she was next to me she said, “Ha ha, mom.” “Ha ha, yourself,” I said. “I'll be laughing all the way to the Oprah show!" Then she pointed to the earbuds I had slung around my neck after the morning din had become too loud to hear my book. I had forgotten to turn my Ipod off. In the time it took for my 9 year old to toss me a withering glance I went from cool to fuel for another dorky mom story. What’s new?
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