Vividly, I recall that when I was young and more coy. All chubby and bubbly cheeks coupled with a lovely smile…. My tongue had a slip.I was about five probably I’m not really sure, with a gap of missing incisors only the first upper two. They had been forcefully removed since they were milk teeth but majorly because they had been tarned brown by all the candy I devoured triggering painfully cavities. This was the time I had to also say the muber three…but I couldn’t deal with the diphthong… I said tree…I don’t why…but saying three was so kinda hard…. But never did I confuse tree with three. Anyway time ticked by and my permanent teeth grew.Then as if automatically I could say three.. No more three-tree confusion..it was though the fairy tooth had taken away the slip of my tongue.