I’m not sure whether to laugh or feel really bad.
Last night my daughter lost a baby tooth. Every time she’d bite her food it would hurt. Oh, and the adult tooth was growing right behind it and it was probably telling the baby tooth to get the fuck out of the way.
Every night after we put Soph to bed she always finds an excuse to come back downstairs. One time it was to bring my slippers that I’d forgotten in her room, another night it was for some random toy that she tried to smuggle her iPod in to bring back to bed, another time it was to get a drink of water even though the bathroom is right next to hers and there’s a cup right in there.
Last night she came down with a mouthful of blood and said she pulled her tooth. Oh! OK. I gave her something to wipe up with and off to bed she went. I semi-consciously told myself the Tooth Fairy better visit before I went to bed.
This morning she showed me the Toonie from the Tooth Fairy. I didn’t end up doing my TF job and I know for a fact that Boobs didn’t do it.
So, it’s one of those times that I’m glad she doesn’t tidy her room much and there’s often loose change on her dresser.
Poor thing. Maybe I’ll confess one day.