I’m Big, and Tall and I (Had) a Wiggly Tooth

Yesterday morning I asked MaM if she needed help getting something off of a shelf.

“No, I’ve got it.”

“Wow, MaM. When did you get so tall?”

“I’m Big, and Tall and I Have a Wiggly Tooth!” she retorted, as she poured milk into her cereal.

Less than 10 hours later……..

She lost that wiggly tooth.

We were “everybody all together” (as she used to call it), driving to the gym. She was blowing bubbles into my water bottle through the attached straw. All of a sudden, she shrieked. Then Jr shrieked.

“My tooth! My tooth! My tooth is out!”

She may as well have won the lottery. Randomly, there was an empty plastic egg in the van, so that has become the safe-keeping place. She showed her new space off to anyone who would look at the gym, called Grandma and Jane when we got home and was ready for the tooth fairy last night.

Except that she didn’t want the tooth fairy to take the tooth.

She’d like to keep it, and any more teeth she may lose, in her pink plastic egg. Forever and ever.

This tooth fairy is OK with that.

One Reply to “I’m Big, and Tall and I (Had) a Wiggly Tooth”

  1. It’s CRAZY! JUST CRAZY! That you have a toothless (well, tooth deficient) child already! How can that be??? I love how excited she is over it. Fun fun fun!

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