Teeth don't know if they're coming or going around this house.
The tooth fairy* needs a rolodex to keep it all straight.
Jake, age 18, had his wisdom teeth out this morning.
(Yes, I still remember his first tooth and how proud I was of him and it when it first popped thru when he was 3 months old.)
And this li'l hummer? Yeah. Gabe's in the process of cutting three teeth - all at the same time. He was quite crabby while waiting for his older brother to come out from under anesthesia.
*We talk about the "tooth fairy," but no one has ever believed in "her." I recently asked Sam if the tooth fairy had shown up. He said, "Yah, if you mean a toof faiwee dat wooks wike Dad and dat puts a dowwar under my piwwow...Yah. Da toof faiwee came."
It's so hard to talk without any front teeth.
I never believed in the tooth fairy. We always put the tooth in a glass of water & left it in the kitchen - in the morning there was a loonie in the glass! I guess my parents didn't want to be tripping over things in our room and digging around underneath pillows for a tooth, ha!
ReplyDeleteSmart parents, Kat! :) If I had known I was going to have nine kids, I might have rethought the whole thing. :)
ReplyDeleteJust kidding. It's fun. No biggie.
If the "tooth fairy" forgets - Daddy gives them two dollars. They always hope he forgets.
That's so cute! Marking time by tooth, ha! :D That's 180 baby teeth all together, wow. :)
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