"Mom, wiggle my tooth" he says to me right before bath.
"Wow, bud that is loose! Would you like me to try to pull it out?"
Surprisingly, he says yes. So, we head to the bathroom. B with a loose tooth and me with a paper towel for grabbing.
"Mom, you are pulling the wrong tooth!"
"No, it is just a little harder than I thought it would be."
"Wait, Mom, I think you made it more wiggly."
"Let's just hop in the tub and try again after bath."
While in the tub I suggest that he use his finger and push the wiggly tooth back towards his tongue. He obliges.
"I got it!"
With the tooth just hanging by a strand, he requests that I pull it out the rest of the way.
I oblige and then hand him the tooth.
"My mouth tastes like blood. Blech."
E chimes in with, "Hey, B! Now we have matching missing teeth!"
"Yeah, but E, yours is on top and mine is on the bottom."
We filled out the official form from The Office of the Tooth Fairy.
He promptly stuck it under his pillow and insisted that he fall asleep immediately.
After a story and a quick phone call to Dad he did just that.
2 comments:
Where can I find that amazing tooth fairy form? I love it! And you should get some kind of prize for the tooth losing being so effortless...we have way too many tears, way too much blood, and a little deceitfulness. So darling!
nothing like losing a tooth. Good job!
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