Madeline has been eagerly anticipating her first visit from the Tooth Fairy. When she got her annual check up at the dentist over the summer, she had four wiggly teeth, so it looked like it would be soon.
A few weeks ago, her brother sneezed and his tooth fell out.
And then he was eating a sandwich at school and another tooth fell out.
And then during dinner, a third tooth fell out.
All within a 24 hour period.
And all while Madeline was still wiggling, wiggling, wiggling her loose teeth and hoping, hoping, hoping that it was her turn next.
Last week, we made a quick trip to the dentist because her bottom front teeth and gums were super sore, to the point that they were keeping her up at night.
The new teeth, a pair of them, were actually already growing in fast and furious behind the baby teeth that needed to come out.
“Yup, those teeth have to come out,” the dentist said.
“Can you take them out for her?” I asked.
“No, it’s better if she does it herself.”
And so we waited. And took Motrin.
And waited some more.
Tuesday afternoon, as soon as she got off the bus, she came sprinting towards me.
“Guess what! Guess what! I lost my tooth!”
She was beyond excited. Like Christmas morning excited.
She had waited so long for this.
In terms of a five year old’s perception of long.
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