The tooth fairy came to our house! It was her very first visit and she was nervous, so she conned the Mr. of the house into busting out his fairy wings. The original fairy, Santa, Easter Bunny, queen of every occasion is very, very clumsy. Hard to believe I know! So Curt crept into Sab's room with the $1.50 (thought maybe there has been inflation since my time?!?) and voila I have a baby tooth in my lingerie drawer!
We have waited and waited . . . for so long - I was beginning to think his photo would be featured on the National Enquirer with all of his original baby teeth. He was so nonchalant about it. Let me remind you that this child makes me apply a band aid to every paper cut, nick, scrape, even bruise - yet he ripped the tooth right out of his mouth . . . AT SCHOOL! I wasn't even there for moral support nor did I think the day after discovering its status of looseness that it would be gone. He arrived home from carpool with a gap in his teeth carrying a Ziploc bag with a teeny tiny tooth and the date/time written on the outside. His courage was discussed at the PTO meeting later that evening.
So one more step, one more apron string snapped. Don't get me wrong most days I think Aggghh - you drive me crazy. But sometimes I think of that song (country of course) where the artist is singing about the pitter patter of feet not being magic, but those days are gone. The song continues to talk about weddings, old age, grandchildren - it is a little depressing. Here is my toothless wonder -
Look at that space!! The tooth to the left is also loose!
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