Sleepy has a new hole in his mouth.
It is always jarring for me when the next one comes to me with, "Mom! My tooth is loose!" My reaction is always, "Already?!"
In fact, he had two bottom teeth loose at the same time. I took his little face in my hands and said, "You are growing up, little one."
Last night, we were eating dinner when Sleepy announced that he had lost his tooth. He showed me the empty space as proof.
I smiled and asked, "So, where's your tooth?"
The kid was stumped. He had no idea where his tooth had gone.
This reminded me of the time when Bashful lost his first tooth. He came home from school one day with a new hole in his mouth and no tooth to be found. He had no idea what happened to it.
So, with his family's help, Sleepy began looking around for it. Bashful was the hero of the day when, on his knees, he squinted at a white speck on the floor and yelled, "I found it!"
He handed it to me and Sleepy came to have a look. Just as Doc came close enough to see it as well, Sleepy took the tooth out of my hand and it promptly fell on the floor.
"Oh, no!"
The tooth had fallen underneath the table amidst the crumbs. Baby's favorite pasttime is swiping his arms across his tray and scattering his food onto the floor. Thus, the crumbs.
Every last person was either squinting at the floor or on their hands and knees looking for the tiny, little tooth.
At last, Doc found it and I promptly put it in a sandwich baggie. I warned Sleepy to put it under his pillow right away, or he would lose it.
The next morning, I woke at dawn. With a jolt, I remembered my duty as Tooth Fairy and grabbed a dollar off the bookshelf.
I creeped into Sleepy and Happy's room to find them curled up inside their tent. With careful maneuvering, I exchanged the money for the tooth without falling on top of the boys or waking them.
I was happy that it had turned out well with this one. In the past, the Tooth Fairy has been a real deadbeat. She had been lax in her duties and forgotten the nightly exchange before with Sleepy's brothers.
This morning, my outspoken, matter-of-fact, six-year-old said as he pulled out his dollar, "This is so cool!"
It is always jarring for me when the next one comes to me with, "Mom! My tooth is loose!" My reaction is always, "Already?!"
In fact, he had two bottom teeth loose at the same time. I took his little face in my hands and said, "You are growing up, little one."
Last night, we were eating dinner when Sleepy announced that he had lost his tooth. He showed me the empty space as proof.
I smiled and asked, "So, where's your tooth?"
The kid was stumped. He had no idea where his tooth had gone.
This reminded me of the time when Bashful lost his first tooth. He came home from school one day with a new hole in his mouth and no tooth to be found. He had no idea what happened to it.
So, with his family's help, Sleepy began looking around for it. Bashful was the hero of the day when, on his knees, he squinted at a white speck on the floor and yelled, "I found it!"
He handed it to me and Sleepy came to have a look. Just as Doc came close enough to see it as well, Sleepy took the tooth out of my hand and it promptly fell on the floor.
"Oh, no!"
The tooth had fallen underneath the table amidst the crumbs. Baby's favorite pasttime is swiping his arms across his tray and scattering his food onto the floor. Thus, the crumbs.
Every last person was either squinting at the floor or on their hands and knees looking for the tiny, little tooth.
At last, Doc found it and I promptly put it in a sandwich baggie. I warned Sleepy to put it under his pillow right away, or he would lose it.
The next morning, I woke at dawn. With a jolt, I remembered my duty as Tooth Fairy and grabbed a dollar off the bookshelf.
I creeped into Sleepy and Happy's room to find them curled up inside their tent. With careful maneuvering, I exchanged the money for the tooth without falling on top of the boys or waking them.
I was happy that it had turned out well with this one. In the past, the Tooth Fairy has been a real deadbeat. She had been lax in her duties and forgotten the nightly exchange before with Sleepy's brothers.
This morning, my outspoken, matter-of-fact, six-year-old said as he pulled out his dollar, "This is so cool!"
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