This is an excerpt from a blog post I wrote on August 22, 2008:
When his first tooth was loose he spent 1 hour and 15 minutes sitting on his bed wiggling it. It consumed him.
When it fell out – he was screaming. Trembling. Didn’t know what was happening even though we tried to prepare him. He just didn’t understand what was happening. And for someone with as many sensory issues as he has – him losing his tooth is comparable to your arm just falling off your body. Part of his body was now gone.
And don’t even mention the tooth fairy. To him, I suppose it’s like an actual little fairy flitting around his room.
So, what should be an exciting right of passage…a major milestone in a little boys life turned out to be nothing short of horrifying for him. We had to bring him into our bed and have him lie with us til nearly midnight for him to calm down. It was heartbreaking.
The next day we saw my dad in WalMart. He handed Cuyler a fiver and told him to get something for himself. Cuyler threw the money on the floor and ran away screaming “No tooth fairy!” Great. Now he was afraid of five dollar bills. And all I could think of was how many more effing teeth were going to come out.
He gets big red french fries. Big red french fries are large fries from McDonalds. They are his most favourite treat and the only thing on the menu he can have on his gfcf diet. He knows the difference between medium and large. And only the big red boxes will do. We have on occasion accidentally ordered them as such:
“Welcome to McDonalds. Can I take your order?”
“Hi there. Can I have some big red french fries and a kid size rootbeer please?”