Paging the Tooth Fairy

Yesterday morning, the kids and I set out early for a little bit of garage saling.  As we were driving down the road, keeping our eyes peeled for those infamous neon posterboard signs, I hear a shrieking from the backseat.  I turn around, Nick is hysterical and there’s a gush of blood streaming from his mouth.  He is totally freaking out.  I pull over to the shoulder and grab some napkins and hand them to him, trying to calm him down.  He put them to his mouth and then all of the sudden, I see it.  The big hole.  He lost his first tooth!!  I don’t think even he realized what was happening at first either.

It wasn’t loose in the least, and although he’s been anxiously waiting to lose his first tooth for ages now, especially since so many of his friends are already on their second and third, we weren’t expecting it at all.  The only problem?  The tooth has yet to be found.  He was eating at the time, so my hunch is that he swallowed it.  That revelation didn’t help to settle him down in the least.  I quickly reassured him that the Tooth Fairy would still come.  Just like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, she watches and knows all.  He wasn’t too keen on eating soon after, still a little freaked out by the sudden change in his mouth’s landscape, and the funny speech has already begun.

Back in January, I bought one of these adorable tooth fairy pillows, just waiting for the big moment to strike.  Yesterday afternoon, I wrote the word “tooth” in permanent marker on my hand because I was so afraid that I would forget to leave it under his pillow.  One tooth fairy visit and five dollars later, he has long since calmed down and now is proudly showing off the little gaping hole in his mouth.

Oh, but one thing.  He told me I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone the story unless we knew them sort of well, so, well, you can keep a secret, right?

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