
My son has had a loose tooth for 3 months.... 3 LONG months... he was really NOT looking forward to losing this tooth - for some reason he was afraid it was going to hurt. Now, he's already lost 3 other teeth that caused him no pain, so maybe someone told him that this upper front tooth would hurt when it came out... Anyway... we've been "encouraging" him for weeks.... for MONTHS to just wiggle it, eat an apple, let us "check" it, etc. and he has wanted nothing to do with it... He would have let that thing tangle for the rest of his life if that was possible.
Finally, last night, while we were all snowed in here in NJ, he was enjoying a go-gurt (yogurt in a long tube for those of you without young kids) and as he was squeezing the life out of it... the tooth came out. He was so calm when he discovered it and then exclaimed, "Well that wasn't bad at all!"
The funniest part is that after his tooth came out, he wanted to know how much money I, the tooth fairy, would bring him. We went through the ritual of putting it under his pillow and as I was tucking him into bed he told me that his eyes would be closed at 9:25 and I can come in then to leave him his reward.
So, at 9:25, I hear "It's time, Mom!" ... so I tip-toed into his room amidst little giggles, slipped the money under his pillow to even more giggles, and then left. Surprisingly, he didn't grab the money and jump out of bed... no, not my boy... he saved that until 6:00 this morning!
So cute... cherishing these precious little boy moments...


