Our baby girl lost her first tooth this week. I am not proud to admit because she is the youngest of four children we are often jaded by her “first time” accomplishments. It’s just a part of life, our life anyway.
She had been claiming to have wiggly teeth for over a year now. The tooth fairy has visited her brother and sister countless times now and she was anxiously awaiting her turn. Because she was the girl who cried wiggly teeth we stopped taking her seriously a long time ago.
Last week when she once again told me her teeth were really wiggly I responded by saying, “That’s nice dear. Get your fingers out of your mouth!”
It was her siblings her discovered she was indeed telling the truth.
Pandemonium hit our house when we discovered not one but two teeth were actually wiggly. Loosing your first tooth is a big deal and the kids made sure she felt special. They asked for daily updates and gave her suggestions on how to make it come out faster.
When her tooth finally came out she ran around the house, jumping up and down, shouting at the top of her lungs, “I lost my tooth! I lost my tooth!” After getting cleaned up she focused her attention on the tooth fairy.
With the help of her sister she made sure the tooth fairy knew where to find her by placing signs on her door and above her sisters bed. She has a habit bed hopping, rarely sleeping in her own bed. That night she felt compelled to sleep with her sister because she was too excited to sleep in her own bed.
Loosing her tooth was a bitter-sweet moment that obviously brought tears to my eyes because I am a cry baby but to her daddy’s as well. We were both well aware this was the last time one of our kids would be loosing their tooth for the first time. There is no jaded feeling about that.
I woke her up the next morning for school and she immediately shoved her hand under her pillow. She very sleepily pulled out a crisp $10 bill. It pays to be the baby of the family right?
What is the going rate for the tooth fairy at your house?