The Reawakening of Professor Tingleteeth.

Jon often reminds me that one of the goals of our company is that we tell stories that we need to hear.  He wrote a  series of short stories about “Kamikaze Cat”  and “Careful Kitten”  a few years ago,  just to help me realize the futility of my overprotective instincts when our girls were babies and I was constantly sure that they would die any minute.  In the stories, Careful Kitten (who was always afraid, and so did everything cautiously) usually ended up homeless or in the hospital.  I got the point.

Several years ago, I made up a story (or rather a character)  that I and my adorable patient (I was a nurse) needed to hear.  I will call my fourth grade patient James.  

James needed a nurse to go with him to school, and part of my job was to go to his house in the morning and help him get ready for the bus.  Every SINGLE day, this is what I said:

“James, it’s time to do your exercises”.  “James, please put on your clothes.”  “James, why don’t you have your shoes on?”  “James, it’s time to brush your teeth”  “James, the care plan says that you’re supposed to put some vaseline on your lips at 8am and 3pm, so we really need to do that now. ”  “James, it’s time for your albuterol” “Now it’s time for CPT”   “James, can you please give me a finger to put the pulse ox on?” ” James I need to listen to your lungs.”

I mean, really.  James and I were worn out.  He was tired of hearing me tell him what to do, and I was tired of telling him.  And then we met Professor Tingleteeth.

I can’t remember exactly how it happened, but one day I realized that James’ toothbrush was actually a very small person who just happened to stand with his arms very stiffly down to his sides, and whose hair, which was white, persisted in standing straight out the back of his head, no matter what he did to try to flatten it down.  He was about 7 inches tall, and he lived in the medicine cabinet.  He was often mistaken for a toothbrush, which made him very angry.  He was actually a professor of Philosophy at the community college, and he was just renting the space in the cabinet until he could afford a place of his own. I quickly learned that the Professor, despite his size, absolutely loved being in charge.  He relished the opportunity to tell James what to do.  And so I let him.  It was wonderful for all of us.  I was no longer responsible for making James’ life miserable, and James thought it was amusing and interesting to be taking orders from a tiny person who looked like his toothbrush.

The Professor eventually introduced me and James to 5 of his business associates (I would call them his friends, but I am not sure that he would agree.  He was usually too disgruntled about being mistaken for a toothbrush to be very friendly with anyone.)  The five “business associates” were Harold, Elaine, Jerome, Nancy and Martha. They were invisible, and they lived on my shoulder, which meant that they could go with us to school.  The Professor had to be at the college all day, so was of course only there to help in the morning.  The five associates were reluctant to be in charge of James, so they really served as friendly advisors, (we called them ‘The Committee’) whom I would consult if a question arose throughout the day.  Harold, who almost always fell asleep right after breakfast, was rarely much help, but was still nice to have around.  When he was awake, he was full of hilarious stories from his Navy days.

I had forgotten about Professor Tingleteeth.  One day, a few weeks ago,  I was reading an article about this couple in California who is making interactive Ipad stories, and it mentioned that one of their characters is  a “quirky”  little person called “Mr.  Cupcake”.  It was as if the word “quirky”  was the alarm on a bedside clock in my mind.  When that alarm went off, Professor Tingleteeth sat up (very stiffly, of course) in bed.

Now that he’s back, I’ve spent some time imagining how the Professor would react to some of my current daily perplexities.  James is all grown up now.  But what would the Professor think about Kalley’s system of vigilante justice, or Corbett’s inexplicable fear of animatronic dinosaurs?

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Last week was the end of school, and both of my girls were SO sad to leave their teachers for the summer.  This inspires a story in my mind where a mom has to be somewhere in the morning, so Professor Tingleteeth is the one at home, getting the kids ready for the last day of school.  It cracks me up to think about what words of wisdom a tiny disgruntled Philosophy Professor might expound to two tearful little girls as he pats their heads and sends them off to the bus.  

I think I may need to hear that story, too.  

2 Responses to The Reawakening of Professor Tingleteeth.

  • Alysia
    9 / 11 / 2014

    I love it! How completely adorably creative! I love the story of what your family is trying to achieve and just the fact that you are even trying speaks volumes to your little girls as well as the rest of the world. I am so inspired by your family! I relate to so much of your story that it makes me wish our families were friends, or at least that I could watch your lives unfolding in some more accessible ways…like a reality tv show on TLC! ;) I am behind you guys. Keep trucking along. You’ll get there.

    Alysia 9 / 11 / 2014
    • carriealexander
      9 / 16 / 2014

      Alysia, wow, thank you so much for these encouraging words! Jon told me last night that there was a sweet comment on here, but didn’t tell me it was on Professor Tingleteeth! I love it! And thank you for saying that about what we are “trying to acheive” because, yes, this thing may not become a success from the world’s standpoint, but if we can grow these girls up to be fearless in their creativity, then it has been a huge victory for our family. I would love to hear how you heard about us, and where you are, etc. if you get a chance. Thanks again for taking the time to bless us with your kind words.

      carriealexander 9 / 16 / 2014

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