"Want to see my dinosaur teeth? ...Roar!!!"
The waitresses and gas station attendants would jump back, disturbed and speechless, not just faking it for Norah's sake. What Norah couldn't understand is why they didn't really laugh at her. And, since I didn't feel like defining the word "vampire" for my five year old, as soon as I had the chance, I "disappeared" these "dino" teeth. We will try and put that issue off until later, when she is less likely to have nightmares about it.