My son JUST lost his front tooth.
Five minutes later he lost it again. Somewhere on the kitchen floor.
After wiggling it, twisting it, and biting heartily into a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich he finally lost the tooth that's been loose for more than a month.
He was so excited he put it on a napkin right next to him. So he could watch it and admire the bloody, gleaming, "Chicklety" nature of it while he ate his lunch.
Then as he swiped his hand across the table to show all of us at the table how a "sandwich rocket" flies, he sent his tooth sailing.
You may recall, my son is a bit clumsy and somewhat "unaware" of his body as it moves through space, but this was a record "accident"... even for him.
If I were a better housekeeper this wouldn't have been a problem at all. But unfortunately, it's been a couple days since I've swept (yes...ew...I know, I know...I just forgot).
Unfortunately, we'd had Matzoh Ball soup and these teeny tiny square crackers for dinner last night and I think there may have been tortilla chips involved in the lunch prior to that because the ENTIRE floor was covered in beige and white, tooth-sized crumbs. It was like finding a needle in a crumbstack. EVERYTHING looked like it could be the tooth.
I offered the kids a quarter to whomever found the tooth and we all ducked below and began searching.
I spotted something red and a little meaty looking.
"I FOUND IT!"
"YAY, MOMMY!" Ben shouted.
I triumphantly picked up the small red chunk to examine it.
"Oh. It's pizza. Never mind."
I forgot. We'd had pizza two nights ago. I put the bit of pizza into a napkin so I wouldn't confuse it for the tooth again.
20 minutes later, we were all still scouring the floor examining small pieces of dried chicken, crackers, tortilla chips and more pizza hoping to find the tooth in this haystack of crumbs. It was hopeless. And a little disgusting.
I waved the white flag.
"You know what Ben? I hear the tooth fairy is really nice and you can just right her a note to say you accidentally lost the tooth and can't find it."
"Can you write the note for me?"
"No. That's part of the deal. She'll recognize the tooth loss, but you have to write the note yourself."
Yup. He bought it.
"Don't get excited, sometimes she doesn't come." Said Livi - having learned from her own experience with the tooth fairy (see "One Flakey Fairy").
"No, no. She'll come. She just gets really busy sometimes." I said sweeping up the remnants of our last few meals. If the tooth was there, it was now going bye-bye with all the crumbs. I was a little sad about it. It was such a cute tooth.
Anyway, he was satisfied with the resolution and is now writing his letter to the tooth fairy. I'm cleaning my floor.
I would love for one of my kids to lose a tooth without any drama. Of course, I realize my part in this. I should be cleaner. I need to be cleaner. I WILL be cleaner - starting right now! New rule - NO teeth on the table.
SIX HOURS LATER...