Miss C has had a wiggly top front tooth for more than a week, just loose enough to be aggravating, but not loose enough to pull. Last weekend she lost a pesky bottom tooth, just her second tooth ever to be presented to the Tooth Fairy, and it was quite an ordeal for her to muster up the courage to relent to the hubby yanking it and putting it out of its about to fall out of her gums misery. It was getting to the point where I was just going to hand her a caramel apple and tell her to have at it.
The hubby headed out last night to pick her up from a birthday party and when they walked in the back door the hubby told me to close my eyes because not only did Miss C bring home a party favor bag, but everyone had a goody bag to bring home to their mother.
I closed my eyes wondering what they were up to and Miss C whisper shouted, “OK open your eyes mommy!” and handed me a small plastic bag…with her front tooth in it.
Apparently her tooth was at the point of falling out while the girls were in the midst of watching a movie at the party and Miss C could take it no more. She went into the bathroom followed by a couple of her friends, motivated by both support and curiosity over the gross out factor (blood!), who gathered around and chanted, “Pull it! Pull it! Pull it!” Fast forward a dozen years to a Friday night party with her friends and I’m sure they’ll be chanting something entirely different and perhaps involving beer. Then again, I may not let her out of the house on Fridays nights in a dozen years.
This wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill tooth. It was a tooth she had nearly knocked after a fall when she was 2. It had always been slightly discolored since then and was a small physical reminder of her toddler days, like the wispy baby hair at the nape of her neck.
She’s growing up more and more every day, and she’s not taking her baby teeth with her.