Benny lost his first tooth on St. Patrick’s Day. He’d been wiggling and wiggling it for a few weeks and it still seemed to have a ways to go, until he decided he’d eat a green apple. Green apples are his new favorite but I think he chose one then because it was green. One bite and that tooth was ready to come out. Ken tried to get him to let him pull it out, but Benny wanted nothing to do with that. Likely because Ken explained it in ways such as, “I’ll just grab on and YANK it out!” Or “We’ll just tie a string to it and to the door and SLAM the door really hard!” Or the favorite one, “Let’s just get a pliers and twist it til it comes out.” Benny decided to let it fall out on it’s own without the help from daddy.
Not 10 minutes later, he and Ricky were wrestling and Ricky picked up a big couch cushion and threw it at Benny. It hit Benny in the face and the tooth was gone. Not only was it gone from his mouth but also gone forever. We searched the floor, the couch, in between the pillows, everywhere and had no luck finding it. I don’t think he swallowed it because he was actually shocked that it was gone (I think he would have felt it if he swallowed it, I hope!) I think it is probably buried deep among the dust bunnies in the vacuum at this point.
I assured the boys that I thought the tooth fairy would still come even though there was no tooth. I think Ricky felt bad because as I was reading to Benny in bed he showed up with a note to the tooth fairy.
Sure enough the tooth fairy came and Benny was thrilled, telling us that the tooth fairy found his tooth all by herself.
My babies are growing up too fast.