CasarsaGuru/Getty ImagesMy son is 8 years old when he hops on his friend’s hoverboard, and the two of them glide down the street like one glorious unit, sharing that little slice of plastic. They steer towards a sidewalk, but the second they hit the concrete, the machine dies, and they go flying.A few minutes later, my son is standing in front of me in tears, lifting his chin to show me where half of his front tooth used to be.An adult tooth.He holds up the piece like chipped porcelain, and I wish with all of me that I could superglue it back into his mouth as I do with all our dinner dishes a...
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