"Crash was right, you do lose all your teeth in 5th grade..." moaned my youngest. He's trying to figure out what he can eat comfortably with two loose molars (one on either side, of course) and two missing ones. Not much, alas. One is, as my mother would have said, hanging by a thread. "Can you pull it out, Mom?" "Won't that hurt a lot?" inquires a younger neighbor. "Not when my mom does it!" my loyal child informs him. "Does she use Novacaine?" Crash Kid sails through the kitchen and tosses off, "No, she uses Momocaine!"
It seems to be generally effective.