After a week of watching that tooth get more and more wiggly, I managed to talk Daniel into letting me “dry off that tooth so I can look at it” with one of our flannel rags. Well whaddaya know, it came right out with a wiggle and a pop.
And then he freaked. Not a huge freakout (thank goodness), but a freakout nonetheless. “Mommy, my blood is coming out!” and he started gagging. I tossed a towel on the floor for him to spit on, but it didn’t bleed for that long. And he wouldn’t let me wipe his chin – I had to hand the rag to him and let him do it.
We looked in the mirror, made a big deal out of putting the tooth in an old pill bottle “to make it easier for the Tooth Fairy to find”, debated over whether the Tooth Fairy will bring him a quarter or a dollar, and now he’s happily eating a popsicle. Oh, and he’s ready to spit watermelon seeds through the gap.
On this day..
- Wordless Wednesday: Schoolboys - 2009
- Update: I'm straight now. - 2008
- I'm depressed. You know what that means, right? - 2008
- Week 238 - 2007
- Home Sweet Home….or not. - 2004
- I’m home. Can I leave now? - 2004
Aww that’s so cute!