I’ve written before about my total aversion to loose teeth.
I have three children. There is no way I was going to avoid dealing with loose teeth.
I went up. Eva was sitting one her bed. Giant tears streaming down her face. Sean standing there with a half smirk on his face.
“What’s your trouble, bubble?” I asked.
Her finger was in her mouth the entire day. Evening. And night.
Mommy saved the day and I found it in her bed. There was much relief now that the tooth fairy actually had a tooth to take with her.
I suppose I better brace myself for more to come. If I remember correctly they will start wiggling one after the next.
Urgh…it’s those 2 top front teeth that just skeeve me right out. Those ones are making me anxious.