Ok, so it wasn't too long ago that T lost her first tooth. Tonight, as she stuck her fingers in her mouth repeatedly after we were out at the local Target and BJ's, I pleaded with her NOT to put those fingers in her mouth to touch that pesky loose tooth. See, she has not one, but two loose teeth. Or she had two loose teeth. I told her that she was risking getting sick and missing her birthday party Saturday if she stuck her dirty fingers in her mouth (yes, I'm paranoid about germs). So, I told her to use her tongue to wiggle the tooth, not the fingers. And lo and behold...that pesky tooth fell out right there-seconds later in the car. I thought I was in the clear.
Hours later (sad, but true, it took me hours to check) I checked out the new 'void' in her mouth only to find that the tooth that was very loose was not the tooth that fell out tonight. Therefore, not only will this kid have a birthday in the next week, but another visit from the Tooth Fairy...I'm sure of it.
Stop growing up so fast, T, will ya?? Oh, and give the Tooth Fairy a break.
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