…19 to go.
Look, I don’t do teeth. I have nightmares about teeth. Loose teeth make me uncomfortable and ridiculously loose teeth make me downright nauseous. However, I knew that this was one of those inevitable parenting milestones that I was just going to have to power through.
And, you know, I’ve gotta say, after nearly two months of wiggling it, talking about it, checking on it, and those last few sickening days of having to hear Parker click it around with his tongue as it clung to his mouth by a single, stubborn root, I was OVER the loose tooth. Squeamishness be dammed…let’s just get that sucker OUT.
After a dramatic night of failed attempts, I could tell that the whole situation was making him increasingly nervous, so I decided to just let it go and crossed all fingers and toes in hopes that it would come out while he was at school the next day. No such luck. But I continued to play it cool and ignore the pathetically awkward way that Parker was holding his mouth and the excessively spitty lisp that accompanied his speech. My patience paid off when, at Chick-Fil-A last night, Parker liberated that dang tooth in a bite of delicious chicken sandwich. We carefully extracted it from the slightly masticated spicy goodness, wrapped it gently in a napkin, and transported it safely home to the anxiously waiting Tooth Fairy pillow.
The irresponsible Tooth Fairy did not have change smaller than a $5, so Parker really scored. I made it a point to explain to him that first teeth were really worth significantly more and that it was only downhill for subsequent teeth, monetarily speaking.
Hope he got that.
19 more times…really??